[M]Use Your Body

Amy Sunders · 03-17-2012, 03:27 PM

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Amy's ears twitched back nervously. His breathing sounded wrong. Dhiate brushed it off, something that filled her with pride. He might be weak, but it appeared that he had enough fire in him to keep going despite what would happen. That was definitely worth a reward. His movement was quite nice. It was definitely different from her own, more light and childish, but it suited the purpose, and definitely complimented the male. They moved back to the wagon, and Amy beamed at him, seeing his success.

Reaching in through the back Amy dug through her various supplies. Eventually she pulled out the ground ginger and rose bush. Carefully she crushed the ginger and made a paste. Grabbing some meat she coated the ginger onto it and passed it over to Dhiate. Eat this. With the rose bush in hand she stepped over to the fire and set about boiling some water. Impatiently she waited, picking off rose hips and adding them in. Soon the smell of fresh tea filled the air. Pulling it off the fire Amy grabbed a pair of cups and poured, one for herself and the other for her slave. Raoth woke up during this process, and found himself handed a cup as well. He watched in disbelief as Amy moved, acting rather out of character in her concern for him.

Dhiate Drako · 03-17-2012, 04:31 PM

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Dhiate smiled at his mistress. Somehow, her approval made him stand a little straighter, the pain a little less intense. As they made their way to the wagon, Dhiate began to experiment a little. He tried different ways of movement, different expressions, struggling to find a way that fit him just right. He tweaked a few things, but otherwise kept the style the same, but it still wasn't perfect. Oh well, I can practice a bit later.

Dhiate's blue eyes gleamed brightly, the past lesson forgotten for the time being. His pale brow furrowed as Amy dug through her belongings. What was she doing? When she came out with a bush, some type of root thing, and some meat he was even more confused. He watched her turn the root into a paste and then put it on the meat. He took it a little warily, not knowing what she had just done. Dhiate shrugged his narrow shoulders and ate what he had been given. It tasted strange, but not too unpleasant.

Dhiate turned from his food to see Amy messing with the fire. With a shudder he took a step back, not moving closer. He watched her boil water and add the plant. When she offered him a cup of the tea, he shuffled forward a few steps, stretched as far as he could reach and just barely grabbed the cup. Once it was in his grasp, he retreated, never taking his blue eyes off of the flames. He had never approached the fire, but it was blatantly obvious he was avoiding it right now. If Amy hadn't noticed it before, there was no way she could miss it at the moment.

Dhiate sipped at the tea, loving the way it slid down his throat and warmed his belly. He lowered himself to the ground and crossed his legs. He took the cup in both hands and continued to drink. When he had finished, he set the cup down on the ground. "Thank you mistress." His voice was much better, though not completely the same. He looked at Raoth who had just woken up, and smiled a bit.

Amy Sunders · 03-17-2012, 04:50 PM

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She knew the ginger would be good for his throat, giving it a nice coat. It would boost his health as well, so hopefully he'd feel better quicker. She'd just thrown the meat in to help with the taste and give him some strength. Amy didn't want him to gain too much weight, afraid that it would steal from his appearance, but he still needed to be healthy. Amy caught Dhiate's retreat from the fire, watching with interest. Raoth, bring Dhiate.

The young slave had been staring at Dhiate, unable to remove his eyes from the wolf. Being smiled at had creeped him out. Raoth was always trying to hurt him, so why would Dhiate smile at the male? Amy's words snapped him out of his thoughts, and Raoth stood up, chains dragging behind him. Roughly he grasped Dhiate around the wrists and started tugging Dhiate to move closer to the fire where Amy sat. She watched coldly, working on how to help him get over his fear of fire.

Dhiate Drako · 03-17-2012, 05:58 PM

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Dhiate stared at the fire, almost afraid to look away. He saw it weave and curve and dance. It flickered and flittered and fluttered. Dhiate sat tense. At any moment, a single spark could light everything on fire. He knew it could. He'd seen it happen. He was oblivious to the world.

Dhiate flinched at the touch. His blue eyes were big and shocked at being touched, but they relaxed when he saw it was Raoth. Then Raoth pulled. Dhiate didn't struggle until he saw where they were headed. Dhiate planted his feet in the ground, bent his knees trying to throw Roath off balance, trying to be as heavy as possible. His blue eyes were wide with pure fear. He looked at his mistress, silently pleaded for help. He knew she wouldn't. That cold look said it all. Dhiate whimpered pathetically. About two yards from the fire, he truly lost it. Dhiate had no control.

Claws and fangs lashed out towards Raoth. A wordless snarl was all over his face. His hackles were raised and what little muscle he possessed was tensed. Dhiate didn't see anymore. He only saw the fire, the death, the destruction, wolves crying out for mercy as the flames devoured them alive. His fangs sank into Raoth's hand. "Let go!" He began to breathe faster and faster, but he didn't feel the air. He felt the smoke pervading his body again, running up his nose, down his throat. Dhiate was hyperventilating. The light was getting harder to see. He was... He was... Gone.

Dhiate's small body quit flailing about wildly, stopped trying to fight the young coyote. It lay in a heap at Raoth's feet, trying to regain consciousness. Its sides heaved struggling to get oxygen. After a few minutes, the body moved. Dhiate curled into the fetal position, sobbing silently, hoarsely. His eyes were squeezed tightly shut as if to block out the memories, but it only made it worse. "Mamaí, help me. He whispered to himself. Softly chanting that phrase.

Amy Sunders · 03-18-2012, 12:58 AM

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The normally obedient male started struggling against Raoth as he realized what Amy was planning. He looked to her for help, not understanding what kind of help she was trying to give. Suddenly he snapped. Raoth tightened his grip, not moving anymore as he held onto the panicking wolf. Teeth sank into his hand, and he released with a cry. Instantly Amy rose, flying to his side, wondering what had gone wrong. She didn't know his past, couldn't know the trauma. Thinking about his throat it clicked. It had been damaged in a fire. The fear was from that experience, almost dying.

The male was curled up at Raoth's feet. Cruelly the coyote sneered, pleased to see the perfect slave finally crumbling with weakness. His eyes flashed slightly with worry, but he retreated without a sound. I'm sorry. Her words were a bare whisper as she scooped him up, holding his fragile body close as she moved away from the fire. Luckily she'd parked near a stream for easy access. Swiftly she carried him there, entering into the water. Gently she lowered him down, letting him feel the dampness. It's alright, it's okay. You won't be hurt. The fire's gone. This was much worse than she'd feared. Her plan had been simple, not knowing what she'd come across. The result was a nightmare.

Dhiate Drako · 03-18-2012, 10:46 AM

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Dhiate's mind was not in the same place as his body, it was farther in the past. It traveled back a few months and relived the horror of fire. His body grew silent, simply staring into space as Amy held him. The sobs stopped and he simply trembled in her arms

Fire. Fire everywhere, golden and beautiful. Run. Escape it. The beauty was a mask for its deadly destruction. It caught on to a wolf's fur and began to feed on its flesh as it screamed for help that no one could give. Some stood frozen in fear, unable to move until it was already upon them. Run! Don't watch them run! He ran forward. Fire. He turned to the left. Fire. Right. Fire. There was no where to run, but he kept on anyway. It danced around tauntingly. Its smoke began to file into his lungs, pervading his throat and nose. His body wasn't burning from the fire, but from the smoke. It charred his lungs, his throat. His not yet fully grown body struggling to escape. Dhiate stopped in a hurry as a burning wolf flailed and screamed before him. Stunned at the sight, he could only watch as the fire devoured him. Him. The only one he had left. The only one. Only. Gone.

In his madness, he heard that one word and it pulled him back. Gone. That was right. They were all gone. "Gone. Gone, gone, gone." His voice was a soft whisper in the higher range as he spoke the names of those he knew, one he saw die. After each name, he said gone again. He clung to Amy in the water, still trembling. Finally he came to the name. His blue eyes opened wide. The last one. The one he'd refused to accept for so long. " Eisíontas... Gone." His voice cracked as he forced himself to say gone. He didn't want to let him go. His precious brother. His sobs started up again, worse than before.

Amy Sunders · 03-18-2012, 11:14 AM

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Dhiate stopped crying out, simply staring out. Normally this would relieve Amy, the horrid noise stopped, and would discard the slave as an empty shell, leaving him be. It didn't matter to her after all if they were broken. In fact, she was often the reason why they broke. This time it just made her more worried. Gently she stroked Dhiate's face, wishing he would come back. Never again would she attempt such a crude blunt method. Eventually this fear would have to be gotten over, but for now he needed comfort, someone to help him through.

Unfortunately for Dhiate, Amy was not a naturally caring person. She had no idea what to do to make him better. Her words seemed to snap him out of it a little, relaxing her slightly until he started listing names. Realizing he'd watched his pack go up in flames Amy listened silently. There was no sympathy in her eyes, simply coldness. Her own family could have been killed in such a manner and Amy wouldn't care. She didn't have the ability to care in such a way. The weaknesses in her were so few, and so deeply hidden that such tragedies never reached her. She even caused some of them, laughing while it happened.

He hit the last name, and his sobbing grew worse. Amy bore with it for a few more moments before losing patience. Sighing she took a hand and slapped him across the face. Hopefully the shock of that would bring him back. It was a rather gentle one, but it would sting enough to help him focus. Sitting down in the water she stared sharply into Dhiate's blue eyes. Yes, they're gone. You're not. You have a new life, so move on. Yes, comforting was not her strong point, even if she was cradling him, face filled with worry.

Dhiate Drako · 03-18-2012, 11:04 PM

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Dhiate felt a sharp sting on his cheek. Blinking rapidly, he let his eyes refocus. What was he doing in the water. Looking around himself frantically, he tried to put it all together. Click. "Mi-mistress."

He stared in shock at the woman holding him. His blue eyes grew wider. Oh no. "Mistress, I am s-so sorry." His words sputtered out as he tried to place both feet on the ground only to realize it wasn't there. He clung even tighter to Amy. He didn't know how to swim. He wasn't afraid of the water though. He didn't fear it.

Looking past Amy, he saw the young coyote standing back by the wagon. His face was a mixture of anger and amusement. Dhiate didn't understand at first, but then his brain sluggishly put it together. He was amused by Dhiate's fear, angered at his treatment. Dhiate glared at him. How dare he?

Dhiate looked back at Amy, eyes begging for forgiveness. He hadn't meant to do it, it had just happened. "I'm sorry." He whispered again hoarsely.

Amy Sunders · 03-19-2012, 01:46 AM

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Dhiate's eyes refocused, and Amy immediately wiped the look of worry from her face. No need for him to realize how much he had panicked her. She refused to become lower than a slave, bending to his whims instead of him to hers. At least he apologized for the trouble he had caused. It's fine. We'll just have to work at your fear at a slower pace than I wanted. Having him afraid of fire would be a great pain, considering how she cooked over it and used it for warmth as well as light. Having him melt into a panic every time she did would not do.

Amy growled a little as he clung tighter, claws digging at her fur. You're perfectly safe, stop worrying. I wouldn't let anything happen to you. Realizing what she said Amy quickly covered her tracks. You're too valuable. Amy returned to the shore and unceremoniously dumped Dhiate onto the ground. Her clothes were wet now. She'd need a change. Sighing Amy began to strip, moving towards the wagon. I'll pour you some more tea. Then get some rest.

Dhiate Drako · 03-19-2012, 09:54 PM

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Despite himself, Dhiate winced at her words. Valuable. The thought of his future made him want to shudder, but he supposed he couldn't carp. Dhiate loosened his grip on her and stood up a little shakily when she set him on the ground. His legs had been so tense that they were stiff now. Dhiate stretched them out, grimacing at the pain.

Taking Amy's cue, Dhiate peeled off his soaked clothing. He had no idea what to do with them, so he folded them over his arm while he undid his braid. He couldn't hold back a smile of satisfaction when he saw the look on Raoth's face.

Pale fur clung to his body, accenting each curve. His nakedness was plain and it was clear that it made Raoth embarrassed. Dhiate couldn't help himself. With a chuckle, he bent over, undoing the last of his braid. He shook out his dark locks, slightly curled from being wet. He walked towards the wagon as he had before, hips swinging only enough to pull the focus down. His wet tail dripped a trail behind him. Stopping in Raoth's direct line of view, he turned to go behind the wagon only to look over his shoulder. With a slight curve of the lips, he winked. At the startled look the coyote gave him, Dhiate dropped the act. His grin grew from ear to ear as he doubled over with laughter. This was too easy.

After Dhiate had had his fun, he picked up his forgotten tea cup and took a seat by the wagon wheel. He lay in the direct sunlight, feeling its steady warmth drying him slowly. Eyes closed, he heard Amy but stayed still he could stay like this forever.

Amy Sunders · 03-20-2012, 01:32 AM

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Raoth's attention was torn between the two canines. On the one hand he got to actually see the full naked beauty of Amy. On the other hand, staring at her could get him injured, and he couldn't deny that Dhiate himself was beautiful. Reaching the wagon Amy dug around until she got fresh clothes. A growl alerted her, and coming out she snapped at Raoth, working to form a chain noose for Dhiate to hang from. Some meat was given to the slave, and Amy moved back around.

Getting some fresh tea she passed some to Dhiate, her brown eyes unusually gentle. Everything will be just fine. I promise. She couldn't promise him that there wouldn't be struggles in his future, as being homosexual there most definitely would, forced to sleep with females. It would be a steady life though, one guaranteed to always provide for him, and protection from the worst of what was out there. Amy leaned back against the wagon as well, separate from her two slaves, and looked up. Hopefully things would grow more peaceful now that the first step had been taken.

Dhiate Drako · 03-20-2012, 07:31 PM

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Dhiate looked up at his golden mistress and smiled. He gently took the tea from her grasp and tentatively sipped at the hot beverage. With a sigh of contentment, he felt the warm liquid slide down his throat and settle in his belly. He closed his eyes and ignored the glaring coyote. Working together, the tea and sun warmed him quickly, tea from within and sun from outside. Dhiate had succumbed to sleep before the smoke cleared from his tea.

Memories, both sad and joyful filled his mind, and a sad smile flickered serenely across his face.

Leaves dappled the ground as the sun filtered through them. They danced and played patterns across the scenery. Four wolves stood witness to this beautiful view. Two pups, one pale and one dark, frolicked in the vernal flowers growing at the bases of the trees. A pair of adult wolves sat side by side, fur brushing, and watched them play. The pups romped and jumped and ran around laughing. Their bodies knew no true pain or hunger. The adults exchanged knowing glances. This wouldn't last forever. The children knew not what the future would bring them, nor did they care. They simply lived in the moment, relishing each second with each other. The female pulled away from her mate. Her pale, slender body took a few steps towards her sons before stopping. An unknown sorrow filled her eyes. Quietly, so none but her heard, she whispered. "Oh my little boys. I wish that you may never know what it means to be lonely or betrayed, but I'm afraid life simply isn't that kind to us. I wish I could be with you always."

Too bad, her fears came to pass and she was only able to spend two more months with her family. As she said, life truly isn't kind.

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