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Dhiate Drako · 03-03-2012, 04:46 PM

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OOC Sorry its so awful. I'm bad at starters.

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It was so strange. This body, it felt right physically, but mentally it was disorienting. His body was larger than usual, and he found himself stuck in places he would usually moved through with ease. His normally dainty paws had become large. His slender body had become thick and bulky. He saw everything from a different angle, from high above. It made him dizzy to think about it. Why had this happened to him? Had he done something wrong?

Dhiate stumbled around awkwardly. Despite the ease of this body, it didn't change the fact that his body was still extremely sore from... Hadley. The very name sent shudders down his body. That man had loved him for one night and then just ran away, leaving Dhiate like this. His hackles rose at the thought of the brown wolf. Hadley's scent still clung on the feminine wolf.

Dhiate's sides heaved from the long walk. He didn't even know where he was. Dhiate sat down for a few minutes to catch his breath when he felt it. Oh no, not this again! He knew this feeling, he was going to transform again. His toes began to elongate into creamy fingers, his torso growing thinner, longer. What was happening this time? He hadn't felt this one before. His legs grew longer, his fur slightly shorter. It felt like an eternity. He closed his blue gray eyes. He didn't know what was going on, or how to fix it. When the transformation stopper, he opened them again. He couldn't see clearly, there was something in he eyes. It was brown, and long, and thick. He rose one paw and- it wasn't a paw anymore. His blue eyes widened in shock, and once more, Dhiate shrieked at his transformation. What had happened to him?

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Amy Sunders · 03-03-2012, 04:56 PM

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OOC the reason why hadley fears angels

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Amy could feel the difference in the weight of the sack. It was funny, how a handful of pounds could suddenly weigh so much. There was only three now. At least Lilith was safe, for how long that would last. Death had marked them, and it would come for the pups to claim them all. If Amy wanted out of this she would have to prove herself as stronger than it, and kill the pups herself. Humming slightly Amy twisted through the woods, working towards the pack she'd contracted with. There she could rest and make her plans. Hopefully it wouldn't be too long before she figured out how to kill them.

A wail of fear caught Amy's attention. Always eager to see another in pain Amy turned off the path. Her legs lifted her rapidly through the clearing until she reached a place where a mottled wolf sat. He seemed absolutely confused by what had happened. Realizing he was newly transformed Amy smiled gently as she entered the clearing. Her body was immaculate, if still carrying some extra weight from her pregnancy. Her fur glinted in the light, and it really looked like an angel had touched down to earth. Are you alright?

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Dhiate Drako · 03-03-2012, 05:15 PM

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OOC herpderp

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Someone was there! Someone to witness his humiliation. Dhiate pushed himself up on his paws- hands. It didn't feel right. His legs were to long to stand on four feet, so he tumbled back down, glaring with slate blue eyes. The dark brown fur hid a face delicate enough to be considered beautiful, but nothing hid his body. His arms were slender and pale, his hands looking like they were encased in cream colored gloves. His chest was also covered in this milky color. The tips of his ears were a dark brown and starting with that longer fur on his head, his back was a dark, blackish brown. The rest of his body was a pure, flawless white. Dhiate sat on his haunches again and placed his creamy hands on the ground before him. He glared at her through his dark hair, and looked her over. She was covered in something that wasn't fur... and it made him feel strangely exposed. Dhiate flicked his thick, plumy tail over to cover his beautifully curvy body. What was she doing here anyway?

Dhiate squinted a little as her golden fur reflected the sunlight. His delicate muzzle wrinkled in a growl. He didn't know her, or what she was doing. A slight breeze blew his and Hadley's scent in her direction and blew his hair out of one of his eyes. One side of his pretty face was revealed as he plainly stated, "I'm fine. I don't need anyone's help" But he was contradicted by his own voice with it's wheezing and trembling. His narrow chest rose and fell with each heavy breath.

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Amy Sunders · 03-03-2012, 05:25 PM

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Her eyes roamed over the male, noting his appearance. He would make quite a prize once he was trained up. His body was gorgeous. Maybe she'd be lucky and he'd have a beautiful voice as well. He spoke though, dashing her hopes of having found a singer. Well, that was a shame. As long as he kept his mouth shut though he was quite lovely. It wouldn't be a problem to train him for silence. It had only taken her a couple weeks to break Hadley of speaking. The scent blew towards her, and Amy's nose crinkled as she recognized the scent. Well that was interesting. It seemed he wasn't just sleeping with Sebastian.

Smiling gently she crouched down before him. It's fine. I know what it's like the first time. Just take some deep breaths. With all the patience of the world Amy sat there, waiting for him to calm down. He would be no good if he struggled and got hurt. She would lure him in gently, with soft words and promises that would never be kept. He was lucky that she had brought her wagon with her. Returning to the depth of the forest for a moment Amy returned, carrying a blanket. Draping it around his body Amy waited for the shock to pass.

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Dhiate Drako · 03-03-2012, 05:49 PM

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Dhiate looked her in the eyes. They seemed to truly know what he was going through, but sympathy would get her no where with him. He didn't know her, he didn't trust her. He trusted Hadley for a few hours and then he had run. Who cares if she's nice, or sympathetic, or pitying? He didn't. He didn't care for much of anything anymore.

Dhiate slouched a bit and investigated the changes to his body when the female left. His toes had grown longer and flexible. Dhiate took a blade of grass between two of these fingers and then began to pull it apart bit by bit. For some strange reason he found this amazingly pleasing. It was inexplicably enjoyable to move these digits, to work with them. By the time the female returned, he had a small hill of shredded grass.

Dhiate looked up with a steely gaze. She had come back? Why? What was it with strangers in this place? They all felt like they had to help him in some way. She placed something on his shoulders, and he grasped it with his fingers. He ran his fingers across it, feeling its textures. A soft smile played on his lips. He looked at her again, and began to follow her instructions. Sure enough, within a few minutes, he began to calm down. A curious look formed on his delicate features. "Ho-how exactly did this happen? Why did it happen? I thought that the luperci were just a myth..."

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Amy Sunders · 03-03-2012, 06:31 PM

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He certainly was being a stubborn one. Amy watched him fidget with the blanket before finally deciding to listen to her, calming down. After a few breaths he was finally settled enough to start asking questions. Resisting the urge to smirk Amy focused on his questions. You were infected by the virus. Don't worry, you're perfectly fine. It just gives you the ability to change forms, become more advanced. Lacing her hands together Amy looked up, trying to think of a delicate way to phrase what she had to explain. You met Hadley...a large silent male, yes?

Explaining that sex had resulted in what he was was going to be a very awkward conversation, especially since she considered herself responsible for Hadley as she had been the one to train him. Granted, he had been purchased from her before she had finished training him, but doing this to a stranger without explaining the consequences was very rude. She wondered if Hadley had been asked to do such a thing or if he had initiated this. Either way she hoped that Sebastian would be giving adequate punishment for such an action.

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Dhiate Drako · 03-04-2012, 02:22 AM

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Dhiate sat enraptured by her voice. Infection? Virus? Was he going to die? She didn't seem to think so. She said he was okay, and she appeared to have the same 'virus' as he did. Maybe that girl he'd talked to hadn't lied. Maybe she had been telling the truth and he'd just been to blind to see it. He looked down in shame. He wished he could tell her he was sorry that he hadn't believed her.

That name. So she knew him too. All of his previous trust vanished and without thinking, he rose to his feet. The world spun as he stood there. So this was how the birds felt from so high in the sky. It was more than disorienting. It was rather frightening to be up this high. With a shudder, he collapsed back to the ground like a babe just learning to walk. He put his head between his knees and breathed deeply to get his heart rate back to normal. Then he remembered.

"So you know him too? If I ever see that lowlife's face again, I'll rip it to shreds." His voice broke on the last few words. He hated Hadley. Hated him with more than a passion. Hadley had left him when he was most frightened. And he had an epiphany. What exactly was it that gave him the virus? His voice was little more than a whisper. "It was him wasn't it? He did it? That's why he ran?" He lifted his hands to his face. Almost as it they had a life of their own, they ran through his newly grown hair. Had Hadley done this to him?

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Amy Sunders · 03-04-2012, 10:30 AM

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Hadley's name triggered anger in the small male before her. Amy watched him stand up, not moving swiftly enough to help support him, before he collapsed back down, trying to calm down from the experience. It looked like she really had her work cut out, teaching him how to move. His words brought laughter from her. Stuff like that is probably the reason why he ran. Was convinced that he'd done something wrong and thought he could outrun the punishment. Don't worry. I know where to find him. I'll make sure they know what he did and receives proper discipline. It looked like she'd be stopping down there soon.

He probably has no idea that he infected you though. How the virus works isn't exactly common knowledge. You can't even tell who's infected and who isn't when in lupine form. Standing Amy held out a hand to him. Come on. Let's get you to my wagon. I'll take you to my pack. Hopefully he was still disoriented enough to trust her. Getting the powder she used to knock canines out would be a pain. Especially since it meant she'd have to go back to the wagon and return without rousing suspicion. She'd have to get him some clothes too. Preferable an outfit that was flattering for his figure. He had a beautiful form. Amy wouldn't want it wasted.

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Dhiate Drako · 03-04-2012, 01:24 PM

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So he would be punished. That single thought relaxed him immensely. It soothed him to think that the man who had done this too him would receive pain, although probably not as much as he was in, but pain nonetheless. Even if he didn't know... he still deserved to be in pain. A dark look crossed his face with a smirk. The thought of Hadley in pain, it sent shivers down his spine. He looked back up at the female. Her hand was outstretched. Without a second thought, he set his dainty, soft, uncalloused hands into her warm one.

This woman would help him receive his revenge. She would help him, he thought. Maybe she knew his pain. Maybe she'd been hurt by Hadley as well. At the moment he didn't care. With one hand in her's, he used the other to keep his blanket around his shoulders. He would meet her pack. They would find Hadley, and they would punish him. He nodded to himself, a little crazily. He managed a hoarse whisper. "Thank you."

He didn't understand her kindness. Why would she help a complete stranger? He didn't even know her name. As they wove their way through the trees, she pulling him behind like a little child as he stumbled about, he spoke in an almost kind voice. "My name is Dhiate, by the way. Dhiate Drako. What's yours?" If they were to work together, they might as well know each other's names.

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Amy Sunders · 03-04-2012, 01:46 PM

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Dhiate's hand reached out for hers. It was so soft, surprisingly so considering how he was a loner. Something in his genetics must have wired to make him more delicate, more feminine. It would be easy to train him. Of course, destroying that part of him that thirsted to hurt others was at the top of her list. He would make a horrible slave if he was always trying to strike back. She already had to deal with Raoth trying to kill her all the time. Dodging two of them would make life more interesting, to say the least. His hoarse voice was displeasing to say the least, but the words were appreciated. Amy nodded her head.

Leading him to the wagon was difficult, Amy having to move slow as he stumbled on his new found legs. Amy Sunders. Call me mistress. She wouldn't let herself be addressed by name by a mere slave. Reaching the wagon Amy indicated toward it. Here we are. Letting go of his hand Amy moved to pull on the wagon. It took a moment before she opened it up, room set aside for Dhiate to ride in the back. Not done yet she continued digging through the wagon, finally coming back with piles of black and white cloth. Shaking out the black cloth it revealed as a large pair of black pants and a tight black top, just covering the chest.

Daintily she passed it over to Dhiate. Wear these. I'll give you the rest of the outfit afterwards. The pups began to whine with hunger, and Amy gently bumped them to get them to silence. They didn't get the picture this time though, so Amy drove her hand into the satchel, clawing across their backs. Shuddering in pain the pups quieted down, letting Amy relax and pretend they weren't there.

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Dhiate Drako · 03-04-2012, 02:12 PM

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OOC herpderp

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Mistress? Must be like a nickname or something, he thought. Why else would she have him call her something usually reserved for higher ups? Although in correct terms, if she had a pack, she was a higher rank than he, but that didn't usually mean they were to be called mistress. He shrugged it off easily.

He watched her climb into the wagon and come out with a bundle of the same stuff she was wearing. Was he to put it on? He took the first piece to reveal black pants, very vaguely resembling Amy's. He looked at how she wore her's, and then struggled to put one foot in the hole. He had to grab onto the wagon before he fell over, but he had one leg through. Still holding on to the wagon, he put his other leg through and then pulled the pants up to settle low on his curvy hips. He pulled his thick tail through a hole in the back and whipped it around experimentally. He tried to take a few steps forward, but it was even harder in the billowy fabric.

He took the second piece of fabric and held it out to examine. He looked at Amy's attire, then at the piece. It had four holes in it. Turning the billowy, white, silky part up, he spread the thinner, almost sheer black part and pushed his head through. He pushed his slender arms through the short sleeves and let the white fabric settle loosely around his collar bone. The black fabric was rimmed in a beautiful, shimmery gold, and it was skin tight. It clung tightly to his figure, showing it off to its best advantage. It looked nothing like what 'Mistress' wore, but what did he know of luperci wearings? He fiddled with the white ripples a little bit and looked up at Amy.

"Did I get it right, ma'am?" Although he didn't call her by her requested name, he assumed that ma'am would suit as well seeing as it was polite language. As soon as he spoke, he heard whimperings from her bag and saw her claw at whatever lay inside. His eyes opened wide, but he didn't say a word. What did he know of luperci ways? His big bluish eyes looked at her timidly and docily through his long dark lashes and through his scraggly locks of hair that had somehow gotten knotted from their walk in the forest.

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Amy Sunders · 03-04-2012, 02:26 PM

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Critical eyes watched as he dressed. Once he was done Amy circled around him slowly. The outfit clung to him most splendidly, accentuating his best features. Smiling she stepped back, nodding at him. You look good. He was a fabulous addition to her collection. Hopefully he'd prove to be better behaved due to his timidness and being unused to luperci. Turning back into the wagon she pulled out the golden bracers for his wrists, tiny notches in them for her to slip a rope or chain through. In her hand was one for his neck as well, though this one displayed a large smoky blue gem in it. You can put these on as well.

She felt like a child again, playing dress up. Her eyes were alight with joy, watching his appearance come to life underneath her touch. Everything had to be accentuated just right. While he fiddled with them Amy gathered his long brown hair and carefully began to detangle it. The hair unknotted she proceeded to twist it into a large braid that fell down his back. Grabbing an elastic she secured it and stepped back, eying her progress again. That was very good. Now you won't have to worry about that getting in the way. Hopefully he hadn't figured out how much she was enjoying sticking him in the outfit and fiddling with his appearance. She was supposedly helping him, not using him for her own personal amusement.

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Dhiate Drako · 03-04-2012, 02:50 PM

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Dhiate raised his chin up a bit as she circled. Her eyes seemed approving, and the smile was reassuring. With a sigh of relief, he gave his own, shy smile. He'd never been told he looked good before. At least, not in a good way. He'd been taunted about his figure, but she seemed to like it, perhaps even enjoy making him looking better. He dipped his head in gratitude, The last word was strange on his tongue, but he spoke it anyway. Something in him made him want to please her, if only a little. She was kind to him, she was going to help him.

He saw the new pieces, but they looked like nothing she wore. He grasped one of the smaller golden bands and it slipped over his arm as if it were meant to be there. Dhiate slipped it off with ease and placed it with the others. He took the pieces and examined them. There were two of each size, and there were about sixteen bands. He took the largest pair, and slipped the largest pair onto his arms, one on each, as far up as they'd go. He did this, going from largest to small until there were no more. Eight on each arm. The largest were about halfway up his forearm and ended at his delicate wrist. They clinked and glimmered as he moved his arms to reach for the golden piece with the blue stone. He stroked the smooth surface. It was beautiful. He struggled to slip it over his head, and by wiggling around in different positions, he finally got it in place. It fit around his collar as if it were made for him. It glinted in the sunlight beautifully.

He felt gentle tugging at his hair. It was strange, this pulling at his scalp. Long, straight, slanted hair fell over the entire right half of his face. and the shorter hair blew out of his braid. When she was finished, he took it in his hand marveling at its intricacy. He wanted to know how to do this in the future. He looked up excitedly. "Can you teach me?" The look in his eyes was like a young pup begging for a treat. Knowledge, he wanted it.

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Amy Sunders · 03-04-2012, 03:01 PM

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OOC you made her a softy XD

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The way that he played with the braid was adorable to watch. She wondered if she'd really want to sell him, or just keep him as her own personal toy to play with, dressing up and parading him around, loaning him out to those who would pay the price. He wouldn't be used for hard work, of course. His value as an accessory was much too high to waste it on doing such a thing. Lightly Amy fiddled with her own necklace, a series of small black stones connecting to what looked like the moon in the center. His question was eager, pleasing her.

She had been planning on teaching him how to maintain his appearance, but being asked to do so before she had even started was quite nice. It was like he was melting into a mold that she'd made, knowing where to go before she even began to pour. Of course. Lifting the satchel off she placed the pups in the back of the wagon so they wouldn't get in the way. Carefully she undid his hair, and separated it into strands. Lifting her hand Amy pulled the elastic out of her own hair. It was shorter than his, but still long enough for braiding. Follow along if you can. Blindly she separated her hair and began to weave it, making a delicate golden braid that swayed down her back. Finished she tied it back up and turned around, gently placing her hands over Dhiate's and guiding them.

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Dhiate Drako · 03-04-2012, 03:35 PM

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OOC Lol. I'm guessing he's gonna be the 'golden child' of her slaves?

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She had said yes! He grinned broadly. He was going to learn how to do it too. His question seemed to make her happy which made his delight grow even more. He felt her fingers in his hair as she gently undid it. It felt so good. His smile slowly faded as he watched her fingers. He was entranced by the movement of her golden fingers.

He picked up his own thicker, longer, darker hair. He did as she did and split it into three larger strands. He fiddled with his hair a little bit, sloppily making the first weave. He felt her hands slip over his and correct his movements slightly. The weaves were sloppy and uneven, but as he continued down his back, they began to improve slightly. It amazed him that his hands could do something like this. He finished his long braid. It wasn't as neat, and it started lower than her's had because he had had to watch his fingers, but it was a braid, and he was proud.

He looked up at her with shining eyes and grinned again. "I did it!" He laughed a little in amazement and almost jumped in excitement. Was she proud of him? Had he done well? He began to play with his braid again.

After a while of looking at it, he took it apart and began again. As soon as he finished, he pulled it apart and started anew. He continued to do this over, and over again until the braid, although not perfect, was neater, tidier, tighter, and more eye pleasing. When he was satisfied, he looked back up at her and flashed a smile. "Thank you, Mistress." This simple act of braiding brought him a strange joy.

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Amy Sunders · 03-04-2012, 03:56 PM

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OOC i don't know yet. gonna put up a joining thread at anathema for him if you don't mind

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Dhiate's eyes shone as he finished the braid. Amy grinned back, enjoying the pride in teaching someone something. She let him fool around with the braid for a while, practicing remaking it again and again until it was neat and tidy. While he did that Amy moved to the back, and quickly fed the pups, enough so that they would quiet down and go to sleep. With that accomplished she stepped back out, greeted by words of thanks. His bright joy from the simple action was astounding, and Amy had to remind herself that he had just shifted, completely unused to luperci ways.

Indicating towards the back of the wagon Amy smiled softly. It's my pleasure. Climb in the back and we'll start heading back. No one would question her turning up with yet another slave, knowing who she was and the lifestyle that she lead. The only concern she held was whether or not they would interrupt her training. He would be a performer, an entertainer, both of the day and the night. Amy could already see customers pouring in, paying for a glimpse of the beauty that she'd discovered. Walking to the horse's head Amy clicked softly, and started towards Anathema.

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Dhiate Drako · 03-04-2012, 04:12 PM

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OOC Sure, but does that mean this one is finished, or will we continue it?

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Dhiate enjoyed seeing her smile. It made him feel good. Dhiate followed her directions and climbed in the back of her wagon. It was strange, being in a den made of wood, but at the same time kind of comfortable. He lay back against the wall and closed his eyes. So comfortable, he could almost fall asleep. With a lurch, he shot up. He looked out of the back and he saw that the small area they had been in were now getting farther and farther. This den moved! His ears shot up and he glanced around in excitement. To think he had been missing so much. He sat back against the wall and smiled. He had so much to learn. His eyes closed. Perhaps he would take a small nap.

Over the course of the ride, he woke up when he heard strange noises or they hit a rather large bump. Sometimes he'd go back to sleep, others he'd work on his braid some more. Every now and again, he'd look up from his braid to watch the world around him change. About halfway there, Dhiate was able to braid without looking, although it wasn't the best. His fingers began to grow sore from using them so much and he fell back asleep. Where would he wake up next?

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