Before the Work is Done

Yi TaeKyung · 02-28-2012, 08:52 AM

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EDITED. Back Dated March 9. Excuse the quality.
WC: 523

The day was early and the sun had not yet risen. Since the attack of those wolves upon Salsola, the tenebrous female had been more at ease. The restlessness of her broken mind and soul were quenched at least for a moment, for she had been able to set her body into motion. The fight was what she had wanted, however unsatisfactorily it had ended. Had she won, had she lost? She could not tell. The opponent had run off with the rest of the intruders, and she had not been able to pursue him. However, the fighting had not all been ruthless. Salvia had rewarded her with another privilege: the privilege to hunt. Her master had given her another gift, and for that the fighting slave was grateful once more. The Korean continued to serve Salvia with compliance, the shattered mind comprehending only the great ‘kindness’ that her master exhibited. The dark mind cared only for her belligerent art of war.

And so, she had risen early while night was still master of the world. Unrelentingly, His presence was there. In the corner where the shadows were darkest, He sat and watched her with black, dead eyes, His presence so filling her with a dread that she had grown accustom to avoiding allowing her gaze to fall there. He was the only thing, it seemed, that still struck fear within the fighter. And He was but a shade.

He was left behind in the house. She went out early to practice, pushing her body to limits, overloading it in order to improve. She thought often of the fight with that intruder. How better could she attack him? How better could she utilize the sole purpose of her life? But as she brought her practice to an end, at least for that dark morning. She shifted to her natural shape. She would hunt before her master awoke, and after feeding herself, she would bring back a good portion for her master, Salvia, who toiled now with the prey-beasts' foals.

Tenebrous paws carried her quietly across the land. The dark body was but part of the shadows, indiscernible in the half-light of pre-dawn. She crossed the paths of the stables where the other slaves slept. She paused. Something lurked there in the darkness. It did not seem to threaten her. The white orbs considered it. Was it something she could kill and eat? The dark plume moved thoughtfully behind her sinewy rump. Her posture changed immediately. Her body fell further into the grass, and she became a venomous snake. The Jindo-wolf’s gaze grew alert, a similar frenzy of the fight entering the fathomless depths. But as she drew closer she saw that it was but another slave. The shadowy fae paused, straightening her posture. The wolf tilted her head slightly as she considered him with cold calculation. It was as if she did not identify with this slave, as if she were somehow higher than him. But such was the arrogance of the shattered mind. And that mind thought: how would I defeat him in a fight? That mind thought: dominate.

Khirot Marae · 03-11-2012, 04:29 AM

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Pffft Req threads are awesome...Savannah's--faail / +yo numbah!

Khi had found himself rather alone on the island, there really was no where to traipse; anyways animal companions were not of any value to the obedient jackalwolf. The start of the new day had been concentrated on survival. In the enslaved mind of the tawny canine, Khirot actually had freedom. There was the entire island to roam, plenty of fish and a shack all to himself. Yet though, there was some unease with that arrangement (yet he'd never question orders!) the island was much too quiet. Much to solitary. It had happened to be that the hybrid enjoyed hearing the bell: never showing the contentment for seeing a face, lost in the submission and low ranking he held.

After the Auxilary's orders to build the fishing weir every day Khi would find himself on the Sasola mainland, leaving his sanctuary of an island for a day of sweat and labour. It seemed to be coming along, soon fish would swim upstream only to be entrapped in the contraption further up the creek. Just a little more work, and that would be it.

Khi had caught himself a fish that morning, quietly eating the slippery creature raw upon a rock. Often times the creamy slave would think upon his brother, Tharot. Oh Tharot. Escaping had been foolish, and the outcome just as pitiful. Khirot had known that it had been wrong, upsetting the beings that were obviously higher and stronger meant not as pleasant punishments.

After the usual meal of fish, Khi gathered his tools and threw the things gently back into the shack. The boat bobbed gently in the surf where the slave had moored it, rising and falling with each gentle wave. Trotting over on two sinewy legs, Khirot pulled himself in pulling the chain away from its mooring. The rest was typical, ferrying himself across the strait. Just like the many times before.

Stepping upon the flat land once more, after the small ride upon the floating vehicle, Khi sighed softly as bright emerald orbs gazed around. The Slave Of The Salt shifted to his short four-legged form. Standing taller than his masters would have been much of a felony, a crime against what was right. Shaking his furry head, Khi stepped back into the forest, heading for the stream to work. On the way though, the presence of another had the slave just the slightest wary of the surroundings. Finally he saw her, a slave just like himself. Their septum rings expressed their ranks just like the telltale light of morning. Jackal ears flattened as well as a tail tucking, looking away. It was run or stay, the master of his fellow laborer could order Khirot to do something. Running would also inflict punishment. So there he sat, submissive and backing down as much as he could.

Yi TaeKyung · 03-11-2012, 10:24 AM

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^w^;;
WC: 550

The wet, pierced nose twitched as the tenebrous fae drank in the scent of the other slave. He smelled like fish, like the ocean. The scent of the sea struck her, invoking a memory that was becoming long forgotten. Though it had not occurred long ago, the shattered mind did not seem to deem the memory relevant enough to actively retain it. The white orbs flickered with something—was it nostalgia, or was it simple, sanguine thirst? The Korean Jindo-wolf remembered that long-ago night. Flashes of the fight came forth in fragments, her power and her victory. But then she had been more merciful. Then her soul had not been shattered, nor had her soul been haunted by His shade. And her mercy had nearly proven fatal. One of two had struck her skull—had shattered her mind. The Sea. The sea had swallowed her whole, determined to drain her life and strength from her until she were dead. And the Sea had thrown her limp body upon the shores to allow her to slowly fade into death. But Salvia had discovered her, had taken her, had spared her life, and had taken her freedom.

But this memory did not linger at the surface long. It was but a mere moment in time before retracting into the forgotten depths of her mentality. Forgotten and yet remembered. The Sea. The male slave’s scent reminded her of something. Yet she could no longer recall…

The male slave was immediately submissive to her. The Slave of the Flame was content to be submissive to the ranked ones of the pack, and to especially serving of Salvia, who had given her many freedoms in return. But to other slaves she felt no empathy. The black furred fae was inherently a fighter, a dominator. Her shattered mind was accepting of Salvia’s authority and that of the pack, accepting of the ring that had been forcibly pierced at her septum. But when the white orbs beheld other rings, she felt that there was no equality. Her fighting prowess moved her lupine instincts. She became aggressive.

Mildly satisfied by the male slave’s wariness, the Slave of the Flame approached slowly. Her posture was straightened, but her posture did not immediately claim dominance. Those black, hornlike auricles straightened, the black plume falling behind her more naturally. “넌 뭐야?” The exotic, Korean tones lingered quietly in the air. The black lips twitched in the beginnings of a mirthless smile. Lunar orbs, fathomless, met the male’s shamrock gaze. “What you do here?” The broken English did not diminish any threat that may have lingered beneath those exotic tones. It was as if she considered attacking. She understood, however, that slaves were property of the pack, if not the property of individual ranked wolves (such as herself); to kill a slave was to be disrespectful of the pack. She did not want to have her fighting privileges revokes, nor needless punishments harming her weaponesque body. But she did not care much for what he was here for. Perhaps there was a social inadequacy that the shattered mind did not seek to correct. She interacted very little with the other slaves. Save for the slaves accompanying each other, she did not partake in social habits. The black plume waved thoughtfully behind her.

Khirot Marae · 03-15-2012, 01:16 PM

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sorry for the wait...Muse went on strike :O / +yo numbah!

The shadow rose towards him, and Khi slowly looked away from her strong form. Emeralds searched for her master, expecting an order to be given to the small slave man. Vaguely, Khirot thought of the boat. How he had tied it to shore to keep it from the rising and falling tides. He entertained the thought of running from this onyx labourer, keeping a distance and hopping aboard the float to get back to the island. Yet, that for one would insult, and also be a sacrilege of what slaves were meant to accomplish in their lives.

The tawny slave's ears perked as the shadow before him spoke, first muttering something unknown to the jackal. Her words were broken, not much of a change from his very own. "I find master and build...W-Fish trap." The words were forced through a terrified maw, expecting punishment to fall upon his shoulders for anything he had done out of order. Truthfully, he enjoyed the sable Auxilary's company, finding the commands and ways of punishment not as harsh as some he'd seen around. A tail twitched behind him, moving into a tentative wave as he approached carefully to the captive such as himself. "Why-Why do you...why here?" Khi found himself watching to the trees behind her, the surrounding bushes and foliage for anyone their presence, content to not find any. Encounters such as these were extremely rare and not often, most visits or experiences speaking with another slave were just as. Only to receive meat or an order.

Khi sat back on his haunches, ears pressed slightly back. His eyes almost never met the celestial orbs of the other, when they did they would flit away like a startled bird as soon after. "Khirot." The slave gestured to himself with a dark paw, the Slave of the Salt a little wary of company in the forest such as this. A small yawn slipped past the lips of the jackalwolf, reminding himself soon after meeting this other slave that there was work to be done. A few moments out of his life couldn't be too bad. Hopefully there was no punishment or discipline to be given. Strangely, Khi found himself waiting to be ordered around, commanded to obey something. It had become a fact of life, bred to be a captive.

Yi TaeKyung · 03-16-2012, 02:28 PM

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No worries! It happens to me all the time >u<
WC: 567

The black tail waved from side to side, and yet it was not in an amicable fashion. There was something dangerous in that movement. It was as if she were ready to attack her fellow slave. And indeed, the scent of terror was thick about the male slave. She breathed it in deeply like a drug. Her dark heart beat faster, excited by it all. Muscles twitched in anticipation, itching for action. The dark maw twitched, her jaws craving the sanguine life beneath his flesh. And yet the Jindo-wolf was still. She was unpredictable. Not quite stable since the shattering of her mind, and yet stable enough to survive in this new life as ‘slave.’ The primal instincts of the wolf were more prominent than the primal instincts of others. The tenebrous fae saw weakness within the male—he displayed it openly—and her instincts urged her to dominate him, to attack him, to kill him. But she did not. Her had not completely regressed; she was not completely a mindless beast, but perhaps resembled the wolves without the luperci virus more accurately—the wolves of old. The Korean’s narrow eyes glinted in the dark.

“Master?” The alto voice repeated the word. The black wolf moved closer, her steps light and fluid—eerily unworldly—despite their violent insinuation. The black nose nearly touched the other’s maw, their septum piercings nearly grazing each other. The Fighter breathed in his scent, sifting through the many smells that created it. The ocean’s spray was strong. “Who is your master?” Did this slave belong to one wolf, as she did? If so, did he belong to a wolf ranked higher than Salvia. Unless the submissive one belonged to the Boss or the Auxiliary, however, the Korean would consider him beneath her. Then she could relieve the tension within her muscles from the lack of fighting, using the male as the victim of her whims. But the white-eyed slave had come to understand that slaves were properties of the ranked wolves, and the ranked wolves did not appreciate broken property. Indeed, while Salvia made it clear that the Jindo-wolf was beneath her and was the subject of her orders, Salvia also made sure that her slave was in a condition to work. That subjected the enslaved female to enough food and the privilege of practicing. And for that, the black wolf was compliant.

He mentioned that he had an assignment: the building of a fish trap. How long could she keep the male for her own amusement? Might she cause punishment for him? The latter did not immediately concern her as much, and she thought little of the punishment that might befall the male because of her. He may receive a small punishment for crossing paths with the hunting female. “I am hunt, for Master Salvia,” came the alto voice, her reply given in unreadable tones. Her broken English and Korean accent may have been interesting, even intriguing, if not for the threat that emanated from her being. The belligerent female moved slowly about the male as he sat back, circling him, assessing him. The lunar orbs watched him. As she came around his other side, a name—and a yawn—escaped his maw. She snarled and gave a warning snap near his ear. “TaeKyung,” she introduced. Then, “TaeKyung is boring?” She could make things more exciting. She would prefer it.

Khirot Marae · 03-24-2012, 03:27 AM

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sorry for the lateness...And failure <.< / +yo numbah!

There was much to still be contemplated with this meeting, the charcoal female reminded the slave much of a poisonous snake, as if ready to spring upon his body. Soon, he would have to make his way back to the Auxiliary, finish off the task set aside for the Slave of the Salt, Eris had told him of his loyalty and way of getting to her early, being late would surely change the sable-woman's mind. Shamrock orbs instinctually couldn't bring themselves to the lunar eyes of the other slave, on what base they were supposed to be equals, instead Khirot remained much lower on the scale than the other canine. She questioned about his master, a relatively easy inquiry, yet even then the jackalwolf found himself stumbling for words. "Many masters...E-Eris....Ita-chi...Anyone who command me." He replied simply, the business of personal slaves had not been much of a difference from his own position, only a few extra masters and mistresses, a life of no attachment yet simple bearings and easygoing work.

His eyes grew wide with surprise and fear as deadly jaws were snapped inches from his face, the question about the other's interest to the tawny jackal. Boring? Not at all. Khi couldn't say he was bored with the sable wolf, there was much too much happening going on to be bored. Maybe a little fear, but definitely never boredom. In response, the male shook his head wildly, "Not boring. Never boring." Instinctually, Khi lowered himself to the soft soil beneath their feet, almost underfoot of the dark slave. The fear she inflicted upon him though had him edging back towards the direction of the sea, maybe a couple of inches at once slowly. An escape, he needed some way of getting out of the way. Again, instincts revealed running would simply be stupid. Maybe changing the direction the fear was going. Sitting up, eyes to the forest floor, Khirot inquired quietly "Fish. With me? Not--Far." She had to hunt, and finding something slippery and all-together nourishing such as a fish would be one of the best choices, suiting almost. Being of the sea, Khi in his broken mind was simply at ease with the choice.

Yi TaeKyung · 04-02-2012, 01:37 PM

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No worries! ♥ I’m slow, so.... OuO Hmm.... You can have him follow or we can end after another round of replies? Slight PP at the end.... >u<;; This is just how she would react. PM me with anything! OuO
WC: 666

The black fae’s plume waved thoughtfully behind her. Two names spilled forth from the wretched creature’s mouth, although he assured her that he had many masters. The dark lips twitched with sinister intent. So. He was a communal slave. It pleased the slave of one master. This denoted clearly to her who was lesser—although, a sparring match could have revealed such a thing more clearly. The fighter was confident, perhaps overconfident. And yet that overconfidence was reinforced by daily training, by skill, and by her loyalty to her master. Like an attack dog on a leash, she was a dangerous creature. Yet, the name first spoken was ‘Eris.’ The Korean hybrid had learned to connect the sound with the Auxiliary, who sat alongside the Boss at the dinners with the Family. The shattered mind struggled to place the significance of the uttered name of Eris with the lesser communal slave. Perhaps the lesser Khirot had bought himself some protection, but the belligerent nature of the Jindo-wolf was unwilling to release him so easily. A thoughtful growl rumbled in her throat as she began to move about him.

The male assured her that he was not boring her, and lowered himself to the earth. The terrible jaws of the enslaved wolf parted, black lips pulling back to briefly unsheathe the strong, white teeth. “그래,” the alto voice sneered, a malignant amusement apparent on those Korean tones. She did not attack the posturing, lesser slave, but stood over him, allowing her own body to posture something that had not been apparent within her for a great while. Dominance. the Jindo-wolf adopted it automatically toward the other slave, a faint memory of having done it many times before allowing the movements come with ease. With ears pressed forward and tails raised, her hackles rose dangerously. Now that the other had postured his inferiority to her, she would be more willing to reinforce their...relationship. It was the first relationship, perhaps, that the fighting female had made with...anyone. Save for Salvia, the black one did not interact unless a member of the Family required her services. Save for Salvia, the relationships that the Slave of the Flame had were not benign. Salvia was different. Salvia had pulled her from the sea, and conquered her utterly in a way that the shattered mind could not comprehend nor escape, and Salvia had given to her the gift of training, of fighting. It was the only freedom the Korean woman could comprehend and want.

As the male sat up, speaking again of fish, the Korean slave snarled. Her body, dense with pure, trained muscle, leapt forth. Black jaws opened, revealing hungry, white fangs that threatened to snap at his muzzle and neck. Unkind paws pushed into his body so that she might pin him beneath her. The Jindo-wolf preferred him to be on the ground, and she moved to put him there again. The dark plume waved excitedly behind her, raised up in dominance. Her jaws would have closed lightly in warning about the looser skin of the side of his neck, her teeth perhaps pinching as she withdrew, drawing a small trickle of blood. Indeed, a mere warning. He was lucky that she was merely posturing. He was lucky that he belonged to the pack. Had he been uncapture and unranked within Salsola, the Korean slave would have taken greater liberties. Indeed, if the Auxiliary’s name had not been mentioned, liberties may have been taken. The slave Khirote was lucky for now. “No help,” the alto purred near his ear. “TaeKyung is higher,” the foreign voice pushed, fully posturing now. She wanted him to know that he was a lesser slave. That she was somehow better. Their gold rings rang together as TaeKyung brought her maw over his. The black lips were lax, momentarily sheathing the dangerous teeth as a cold expression flickered across her features like a flame of death. “I am your master also.” It was a bold claim indeed.

Khirot Marae · 04-13-2012, 11:52 AM

Khirot let himself instinctually lower as the opposing dark female exuded such dominance over his presence, he knew she was higher in status, and Taekyung was certainly making that known to the creamy canine. His idea of fish didn't seem to be going over well, and the scent of his own fear was thick and clouding everything else in the area. It had never been Khi's specialty to try and quell fights to the best he could, fighting wasn't really an asset to the enslaved hybrid. His black nose twitched as a gold ring passed breezily by, bright white teeth of the other ever so close to his tan muzzle. There was something in both her body language and voice that threatened him not to pull any nonsense, to never run or oppose her higher influence over him. "M-Master." Khirot quietly agreed, rolling quickly over to his back. His creamier undertones of his belly were clearly expressed to the dark Jindo, attempting ever so hard to keep himself looking in fear to her moonlit eyes.

It would seem as he wasn't going to be too late to help with the fishing weir anyway, and sparing some time to help the sable wolf wasn't too bad of an assignment. "I'll help..." Khi said quickly, not daring to stand taller than the dominating and equally domineering female. It was all he could do to not pee on himself, leaving himself so foolishly to old and much more wolfish instincts. Bringing his head up a little, he watched from the corner of shamrock orbs, what did she want from him? Khi intended to avoid a dispute, flying teeth and claws didn't appeal to the slave in any way. The white flag was given, and there was no way that changing from surrender would help the jackalwolf in any way. Behind him, the tawny furred male's tail curled around his thighs, pushing himself deeper into the soil underfoot as if to disappear entirely.

Yi TaeKyung · 04-25-2012, 10:53 AM

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I think we can wrap it up soon—it’s getting old and I’m sorry for being so slow. If you do want to continue for a few more posts (like a hunt or whatevs—and I’d be totally down for that!) I left it open at the end for Khirote to follow OwO
Either way, I hope we have another thread sometime in the future~
WC:527

The black plume having been raised waved in satisfaction. The male—Khirote—gave to her submission. He submitted to her. There was a wild pride and pleasure within her breast, swelling up against her ribs. A sneer moved briefly across her lips as the sanguine jaws sheathed the deadly fangs. The Korean Jindo-wolf had learned early laws of the wild, especially when she had departed from her homeland. Traveling young and maturing mentally swiftly, she had come to understand certain mechanisms of life. Eating food swiftly was beneficial in that other creatures would be less likely to happen by and steal the meal. Being dominant was ideal. Being dominant implied that others regarded you as a threat—and they therefore avoided challenge and obeyed, or they challenged the dominance. The latter was more dangerous, but for the martial artist, it was just another way to become a better fighter. And she was still alive. Being dominant to Salsolans was not beneficial to the Korean was not beneficial because she had no desire to lead; she wished only to fight. But TaeKyung did not accept full submission. As the more feral nature of the wolf became more dominant in that shattered mind, the need to establish herself among the slaves seemed reasonable.

The uttered words of ‘Master’, of acceptance, fluttered on the wind from the sea-scented slave, and TaeKyung, Slave of the Flame, was satisfied. As he offered to her his aid, his tail wrapping about his haunches, the black nose lowered to the creamy white flag of the Jackal-wolf. Her maw pushed through his fur, pressing up against him as if she sought something—a weak spot perhaps, or simply a stranger manner of assessment. Her hot-blooded breath warmed his skin in the cool night, and the alto voice murmured a quiet, “응...넌 내꺼다.” As she reached his throat, the Korean slave seemed content, and moved away. She was silent, feeling no need to utter the still-foreign English upon her tongue. The Lunar orbs regarded him for several long moments as her dominant posture was maintained. The thoughts behind those fathomless gaze were lost, falling and spiraling like an autumn leaf upon the still wind. She did not necessarily require anything of the male. The black-furred Korean woman was an independent creature, a silent, tenebrous creature that moved throughout the world without great need of company. It seemed that the ‘pulchritudinous solitude’ ran within her blood. Although at times, in the dead of night, she was not alone at all—haunted by the terror-inducing shade of the Crow Wolf....

At last the shoulder-branded female gave the Jackal-wolf enough space to move, to rise to a more comfortable posture. The sinew beneath her shorter, dense coat shifted as if she stretched and moved without moving her body segments. TaeKyung turned away from Khirtoe, leaving him to go about his business. He had offered help, but she had not accepted it. The Korean considered hunting with another to conquer larger game. But alone, she would have no trouble providing for her busy Master. Fluidly, her sinewy, sinuous form disappeared into the darkness, her tenebrous fur blending into the darkness.

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