Old Friends & New Memories

Cerberus Antum · 03-31-2012, 03:06 AM

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Cerberus

Love me always

Cerberus had managed to stay in his optime form since his little appearance reformation a few days prior, and now he was strolling along the borders of his pack lands, keeping an eye out for trouble as a result of boredom as well as taking a leisurely jaunt. His confidence had definitely been boosted, and now he held himself a little prouder as he stepped, his large hind paws padding softly across the thawing grass. The arrival of Spring alone was enough to lift his spirits, so there was no way he couldn’t be smiling that afternoon.

As Cerberus came over the crest of the hill, the smell of salt-water drifted toward him as it had done when he came out to play with Ciara, and when he’d chatted with Soran. Though the memories were bitter-sweet, they were no longer painful - such events were customary to learning lessons in life. Now, he strolled along as if nothing bad had ever happened; he was finally happy again.

Pausing to look out over the land, the coywolf lifted his snout to the air and took in the many scents that came his way; more than just the smell of salt-water. A light breeze tousled his rooster-crest mane, and he lifted a finger to gingerly touch the feathers that hung in his hair to make sure they were still there. To many, his new ‘do’ might have seemed extreme, maybe even a little flamboyant. But Cerberus didn’t care. If being extreme was the only way to learn again who he truly was, the only way to surpass his depression, then it was plenty worth it. Folding his arms over his taut chest, Cerberus smiled softly to himself. Yes, he was just fine with being different.

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Later in the afternoon, a few miles from New Dawn borders.

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Amy Sunders · 03-31-2012, 09:14 AM

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It was time to head back to the pack. Her trading had been completed, now she was ready to return home with the information and supplies she had gathered to rest in the pack for a short time before heading back out. Luckily she'd managed to keep Raoth from getting too attached to Selene, so he was still viable for being sold. Having a slave that was specifically designed to attach to one canine for life was difficult, but it was the only way Amy could train him as a bodyguard without having to worry about him taking the skills he had learned to kill those above him.

Glancing behind her Amy made sure that the two slaves were behaving themselves, not jumping at each other's throats. Raoth had long since given up on trying to kill Dhiate, luckily, but he still harassed him on occasion, hating what Dhiate did and the feelings it invoked in him. Raoth was out cold, exhausted from the game she'd decided that she'd wanted to play, fresh bandaging on his body. Good. Turning back to face forwards Amy continued on.

Dhiate Drako · 04-01-2012, 01:30 PM

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Back against the wagon wall, head banging against said wall with every bump, Dhiate wasn't in the best of moods. The day had started out pleasant enough, it was a beautiful day, but it had turned out to be foul. Almost the entire day had been spent in the back of the wagon, and Raoth wasn't awake.

Dhiate glanced across at the injured youth with a scowl on his face. There were days when Dhiate wanted to kill the little twerp, but other times Dhiate liked his company. Raoth wasn't much of a conversationalist, Amy had cut his tongue out, but the reactions Dhiate got from messing with the poor boy were priceless.

Dhiate was slender and petite for a male, but that wasn't necessarily a bad thing. His body had curves and was sleek enough to make even the straightest guy question his sexuality. Poor Raoth didn't stand a chance.

With a sigh, Dhiate crawled toward the opening and looked out to get a hearing on where they were. It didn't help anything at all cdhiate had no clue as to where they were or where they were going. Dhiate's blue gray eyes glanced towards his mistress and he smiled. But there was someone in the distance. Dhiate decided to risk punishment. "Mistress... I think there's someone up ahead." He pointed one slender finger in the direction.

Cerberus Antum · 04-01-2012, 03:05 PM

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The silence carried on for quite a while before it was disturbed by the crackling of wheels and horse hooves over the ground. Granted, Cerberus had smelled the beast before he heard it, but he was so lost in his reverie that he’d hardly acknowledged it. His ear might have twitched or his guard hairs might have quivered, perhaps his tail even swished toward the animal. But whatever movement he’d made, large or small, it had gone unnoticed to the coywolf. Turning his head now, he gazed toward the approaching carriage, somewhat surprised to see it driven by a luperci who seemed to know well enough what she was doing.

Ceri’s arms dropped to his sides as he turned his body completely toward the carriage. While he knew that many luperci had adopted some of the ways of the humans, it still awed him to see them doing things that seemed so unnatural. But even so, he’d always longed for a horse of his own. His father had a chestnut mare that he used to carry him through the woods while hunting, but he’d never allowed Cerberus to ride it. Many a night was spent beside that mare, stroking her neck in secrecy after his parents assumed he’d gone to bed. Now the prospect of owning such a beast seemed even farther out of reach, as he knew that a pack set in the four-legged ways of their ancestors would never allow such humanistic methods of transportation on their grounds. As the carriage drew closer, he stared in envy at the large beast, and then gazed up at the woman driving the cart. He’d only noted the canine peering out the window with a brief glance, but now he allowed himself a second look. There was something oddly familiar about the creature, and for a moment Cerberus wondered if they’d met before.

Afternoon miss, he called up to the she-wolf with a smile. Where ya’ headed? His mismatched eyes were back on the woman now, and he placed his hands on his hips in a calm manner as he slowly shifted his weight from side to side.

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Amy Sunders · 04-01-2012, 03:54 PM

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Dhiate poked his head out, Amy reaching over a hand to scratch behind one of his ears affectionately. The wolf that was walking along the road was pointed out, bringing a sigh from Amy. Yes, I know. She steered the wagon so they were closer to the wolf, pushing back on Dhiate's head to tuck the slave out of sight. She didn't want him to attract bad attention. As willing as she was to sell him out to others, Amy wanted to make sure that the potential buyer was worthwhile first.

Pulling the wagon to a halt Amy smiled as she glanced down at the wolf. Good afternoon. I'm heading to Anathema. I can always make time to trade if you're interested though. Raoth had woken up when the wagon stopped, moving over to where Dhiate was. He silently glanced over, asking what was going on. Hearing the voices he sighed and pulled back, knowing it was just another trade. Silently he mouthed to Dhiate, indicating that the wolf was on for sale.

Dhiate Drako · 04-01-2012, 05:08 PM

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Dhiate felt his mistress push him back into the wagon. He landed on his rear with a scowl on his face. He crossed his slender arms, sulking because he wasn't allowed to see the stranger. Dhiate sighed and leaned back on his golden bangled arms as he watched Raoth wake up.

Dhiate sighed as the younger slave crawled up beside him. He had seen the coyote's look and leaned over, deciding to have a little fun with it. He let his lips barely brush Raoth's ear, breath tickling his fur. There's some stranger out there, but mistress won't let me look. Dhiate peeled himself away from the boy, smiling at the wide amber eyes and shudder. Seeing the reaction he could get from simple things like that made everything worth it.

With a chuckle, Dhiate leaned forward, ears tilted to catch the stranger's voice. A few words he heard, but not enough to recognize the voice. Dhiate pouted and then saw a sadistic grin spread on Raoth's face. What? He demanded. Watching those lips, his eyes grew wide and a snarl spread. Dhiate was still uncomfortable with being what he was, but Raoth's words were true. He shook his head and scowled. I hate that punk.

Cerberus Antum · 04-01-2012, 05:23 PM

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At the mention of trade, Ceri’s eyes immediately fell on the knife that he’d tied around his wrist with the rope that once adorned his neck. He hadn’t traded anything in his life, and it might be fun to try it, he thought. But the knife he possessed was so old and the blade so dull that it had taken a great deal of work to cut his hair with it. The hilt did, however, have beautiful carvings in it, suggesting that perhaps the knife was handmade. He lifted his wrist, turning it over and touching a finger to the soft leather sheath that hid the blade. All I have is this, he said, showing the knife to the woman. What could I get for that?

Movement inside the carriage made him curious, and Cerberus stretched his neck forward to peek inside the window. He only caught a glimpse of the two canines inside before he drew his head back, considering that perhaps the woman wouldn’t like a stranger spying in on her passengers. With a quick hand he pushed his hanging bangs out of his eyes, and then looked back up at the woman. I would love to trade with you, and will even accompany you part of the way home if you like. I live rather close to your pack myself. A friendly smile touched his lips then, so as to prove to the woman that he was not hostile and would indeed aid her in her journey if she wished. He then inwardly scolded himself – he was becoming soft.

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Amy Sunders · 04-01-2012, 10:05 PM

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A snarl was heard in the back, Amy turning her head sharply. Were they fighting again? A low growl came from her, warning them to behave or find themselves punished. She spent more time keeping her eyes on those two than anything else! Returning her attention to the wolf before her Amy watched him lift his wrist, revealing a sheathed knife. Amy indicated for him to pass it over, studying the intricate carvings. It couldn't be. There was no way such a valuable item would be run into like this.

Pulling the knife out Amy examined it. The blade was in bad shape, but the marksmanship was correct. It was a sacrificial druid knife. How this wolf had ended up with it Amy was very curious about, but kept the true worth to herself. Shrugging Amy looked at him. Not much. Perhaps a blanket. Of course, you could trade more. You could promise me a favor, giving you access to everything I have. The curiosity at the inside of the wagon was met with a smile, shaking her head softly. You two can come out. Raoth grinned over at Dhiate, recovered from the shock given earlier, indicating for him to go first.

Dhiate Drako · 04-02-2012, 10:23 PM

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Dhiate winced at the growl heard outside. Glancing over at Raoth, he had the urge to strangle the coyote who was smirking. Where as Dhiate wanted nothing more than Amy's approval, Raoth wanted the opposite. He wanted freedom.

Dhiate rolled his smoky eyes and sulked as the stranger carried on a conversation with Amy. Glancing up, he spotted Raoth simply staring at him with a smug grin. I wonder if Amy'd be mad if I hit him... He decided not to take the chance, especially around company. Instead, he chose to antagonize the poor boy some more.

A sudden gleam in his eye, Dhiate pressed his side close to his younger slave. He allowed his curves to mold to Raoth's and draped one arm across his shoulder. Bringing his chest around, he placed one palm on the scarred chest while the other hooked around his neck. With a sadistic smile, he pressed closer, enjoying how the coyote leaned away. The terrified look in those amber eyes would have made him feel guilty had he not been so angry. Just as he was getting really close to making the poor coyote go nuts, Amy called for him.

Sighing, Dhiate removed himself from Raoth. Smiling at the relieved look on the boy's face, he started to get out. Just as he was about to place his first foot on the ground, a sharp shove from behind sent him tumbling. After rolling a little, he got up, astonished at Raoth's nerve. He looked up to see the darker canine hop out with an angered look on his face. Another sigh. Deciding to be the mature one, Dhiate brushed himself off and walked away.

Those eyes. Those bicolored eyes. He knew them. He knew he did. Squinting, he tried to recall where he'd seen those colors before. It was on the tip of his tongue, he knew it. Before he could distract himself further, Dhiate shook himself and bowed before his mistress. I'm sorry for behaving so childishly while you were conducting business. Though he longed to grouse about Raoth teasing him, Dhiate refrained. Barely.

Cerberus Antum · 04-04-2012, 12:55 PM

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Cerberus was quite disappointed to hear that he wouldn’t receive much for his knife, for he’d thought it pretty special when he found it. The way the handle looked, the way the blade was shaped – it was all very lovely to him. But perhaps such knives were common in the world of trade? He had no experience in it, after all, and therefor couldn’t say. However, the mention of a favor made his brow rise in question, and he cocked his head to one side as he looked up at the woman. A favor? he asked. What kind of favor?

Before she could answer, a wolf with a pelt as white as snow came tumbling from the carriage, and Ceri nearly sprung at him to help him up. This must have happened to the poor lad a lot, however, for he quickly regained his composure without Ceri’s help and bowed before the woman. Despite his best efforts, the coywolf found himself staring quite intensely at the man, mesmerized by how…beautiful he was. Surely that wasn’t natural for a male? Was it actually a woman? No, he was indeed a man; he could smell it. He caught a glimpse of ghostly blue eyes then, and a flicker of memory sparked in his being. Brows pinched together, he took the shyest of steps toward the canine and reached out to push the man’s hair out of his eyes. Then, in a timid mutter he said, Dhiate?

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Amy Sunders · 04-04-2012, 08:52 PM

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A sudden commotion grabbed Amy's attention. Spinning she stared at Dhiate, flat out on the ground. It looked like the two had been fighting again. She felt like she spent more time babysitting them than doing anything else. This would be the last time she was taking in a slave that wasn't broken. Far too much trouble. Especially if one had two at the exact same time. Dhiate picked himself up, apologizing for the interruption. Amy reached over, brushing his head softly. You can just make me a pair of bracelets. Her smile was soft, but he wouldn't be getting any sleep until he did. Raoth would find himself hanging from a tree for the night.

The stranger stepped over, and Amy's hackles raised as someone actually had the gall to touch Dhiate without her permission. The bangs pulled back, Dhiate's scar was revealed. Let go of my property. She barely managed to keep cool at the words, moving to place herself between her slave and the foolish wolf that had done such a thing. Raoth slipped up behind, grateful that Amy might forget the mischief they had been making over this infraction. He was glad Dhiate's attention was elsewhere as well, knowing that the fighting would resume as soon as Amy was gone.

Dhiate Drako · 04-04-2012, 09:15 PM

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Dhiate's whole being relaxed at her soft touch. His blue gray eyes met her brown ones and a gentle smile edged its way onto his beautiful face. He heard her proposal and nodded, grateful for the chance to make up for his wrong deeds. Yes ma'am.

The instant she pulled away, he began to make plans on how he should make it, knowing full well that if he was going to spend the time making one it would have to be the best. Besides, Amy only accepted the best. Only deserved it.

As his mind was elsewhere, he didn't notice the stranger step forward until it was too late. He felt the soft caress of another's fingers. Before he could recoil from a touch unknown to him, the dark bangs were lifted over his right eye revealing to small scars that ran parallel over his eye. For an instant he simply stood stunned, everything seemed to go in slow motion. It took an eternity for his eyes to widen, for Amy to reach forward, for the bangs to fall back. Once the world was black in one eye again, everything resumed like normal.

Dhiate fell back against Raoth. Not even glancing up, he trembled against the younger, albeit bigger, slave. He had never seen Amy this angry, and for once it truly frightened him.

It took him a few seconds to register the fact that he'd been called by name. That voice was so familiar, but he couldn't place it. Looking into those bicolored eyes, his own widened in recognition. Ce-Cerberus?

Cerberus Antum · 04-07-2012, 11:00 AM

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The snarl curled Ceri's lips before he had time to conceal it, and he looked down at the woman with distaste. Her 'property?' So this wolf, Dhiate or not, was her slave? He hated the concept of slaves. All it was to him was an excuse not to do your work while using someone as a way to relieve anger and sexual urges. It was disgusting. It was cruel. It was an opinion that he'd keep to himself, for fear of endangering who could perhaps be his friend.

Cerberus relaxed almost as quickly as he had become inflamed, and he peered over the woman's shoulder at the lad in order to look at him one last time. I apologize m'lady, he said, I was only seeing if... The hybrid was interrupted by the lad speaking his name, and for the first time in a long time he genuinely smiled. He thought he'd lost Dhiate along with everyone else, but here he was! He was healthy, it seemed, despite him being in the bonds of another. His bushy tail lifted in a frantic wag and he yipped jovially. Yes, it's me! Dhiate I'm so glad to see you!

The coywolf stepped forward in order to pounce on Dhiate and hug him, but Amy stood before him still, and the last thing he wanted to do was anger her further. Ears now flat against his skull, Cerberus dipped his head and tucked his tail for the woman and whined softly. May I go to my friend, m'lady? he asked, moving his gaze to find her eyes.

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Amy Sunders · 04-07-2012, 11:24 AM

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Amy sensed the fear from behind her, and for the first time she regretted her anger. She didn't want Dhiate to fear her, as much of a monster as she was. He was the one she could count on to always be there, eager for her attention. Now he probably wanted nothing to do with her. With Dhiate's fall from grace, Raoth was right there to pick him up. The confused feelings Dhiate always stirred in him rose up as the beautiful male leaned into him. His arms wrapped around him protectively, looking down as if to figure out how this had happened.

The snarl from the hybrid before her did nothing to relax Amy. If anything it increased her protective stance, standing between what was now deemed as a threat and her slaves. The apology was nothing but empty words to her. If he was sorry he would pay for what he had done. Of course, Dhiate decided now was a good time to break protocol, addressing the wolf by name without permission. Perhaps she had been too lenient on him. After all, he was a slave. There were things that were expected of him, no matter how fond of him she was.

The hybrid stepped forward to hug Dhiate, but Amy quickly moved, stiffening herself. It was quite clear that she didn't care for him. The sharp submission did make her feel a bit better about it, but the fact was he had broken the rules, and caused Dhiate to do the same. Why should I let you? Her words were frosted, hanging in the air.

Dhiate Drako · 04-07-2012, 11:51 PM

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Dhiate didn't look up as a pair of strong arms enveloped him, almost as if it were the most natural thing in the world. Rather, he covered them with his own slender ones and stared riveted at Amy's back. The pale wolf shook as he saw Amy's anger, like none ever witnessed before.

Dhiate's smoke blue eyes looked deep into Cerberus's and he winced at the coywolf's joy. It was that happiness, that cocky arrogance that would get them both killed. Dhiate wasn't free anymore, he belonged to Amy wholeheartedly. Dhiate could have almost cried when his friend stepped forward for an embrace. He knew that if Ceri continued with this, he would be punished.

Amy spoke again, harshly. Dhiate tried to catch Cerberus's eyes. To shake his head. To tell him to stop while he was ahead. Dhiate was torn. Amy was the only one Dhiate could trust. No matter what, she hadn't ever lied to him and she always came back for him. But Cerberus was Dhiate's friend. He had met the white coywolf long before he had met Amy.

Before he could see any more, Dhiate twisted a little and buried his head into Raoth's shoulder. He didn't want to see this. He didn't want to choose, because he already knew his choice. And Dhiate knew it would break him to see the hurt in Ceri's eyes. Please don't let go. He barely breathed these words out, and there was a chance that Raoth didn't hear, but he had said them anyway.

Cerberus Antum · 04-14-2012, 01:33 PM

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Cerberus didn’t understand why things had gotten so tense so quickly, but he assumed that it was because that’s just how things worked with slaves and their masters. He hated it, but he wouldn’t risk putting Dhiate in danger if there was a chance of it. Bowing his head to the woman before him, he felt a pang of an odd rejection in his chest as he saw Dhiate curl away into the arms of another, and Ceri’s tail tucked even tighter between his legs.

You don’t have to, he said in answer to the woman’s question. I am satisfied where I stand. I realize that things are different now, and that you are in charge of Dhi-…my friend. I will willingly stand down – I do not wish to start a fight.

What’s gotten into me? he wondered. Normally I’d stand up for a friend without question… It’s too dangerous, that’s all. Cerberus took a step back from the group and averted his gaze, resting his palms flat against his thighs. He wanted to clasp them behind his back, but he knew this fae probably wouldn’t like that either, perhaps thinking he was hiding something. In an attempt to cut the tension, Ceri smiled shyly at the woman and lifted his tail in a weak wag, removing his gaze from hers once more in order to glance back at the knife they’d discussed earlier. So, he said, standing a little taller, I’d be happy to trade if you’d like to. From that moment on, Ceri put mental blinders on – he wouldn’t pay even the slightest bit of attention to Dhiate unless this woman permitted it.

Amy Sunders · 04-14-2012, 02:08 PM

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Was he trembling? Raoth's eyes widened a little, made even more unsure. This was just another act to get under his skin, wasn't it? Dhiate would pull away with that sneer of his, hips swaying as he moved around. It drove him absolutely batty, seeing that. It confused Raoth, feeling Dhiate move around, pushing his head into his shoulder. Don't let go? Raoth didn't know what to make of that one at all. His chains rattled slightly as he pulled Dhiate back a little, wondering what to make of this.

Amy relaxed as the hybrid stood down, backing away from Dhiate. She didn't need to protect him anymore. Her pet was safe. No, not her pet. Her slave. She couldn't forget that. Amy was far too aware of Dhiate's trembling presence, actually feeling relief at Raoth pulling Dhiate back. She wanted to apologize to Dhiate for being so frightening, but knew there was no point. It was what she was, after all. If Dhiate couldn't handle her true nature, tough.

He was acting fairly submissive now, and Amy's hackles lowered the rest of the way, calm and smooth as glass again. Everything was fair in her world, and she moved back over to her wagon, stroking the horse. It flinched slightly at her touch before settling down, realizing she wasn't going to whip it. Is there anything you would like? Amy indicated over her wagon, arms sweeping to include Raoth and Dhiate, a slight hesitation as she did so quickly covered up with a cruel smile.

Dhiate Drako · 04-16-2012, 10:18 PM

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Dhiate felt a pair of strong arms pull at him, tug at him. Obediently moving where Raoth took him. For once, he didn't fight or taunt the coyote. For the moment, Dhiate just wanted to take a long nap. Ceri was safe for the moment, and Amy seemed to be content to let it be. He wanted to hide back in the wagon, to start on those bracelets, but he knew he wouldn't be allowed until Amy gave the command.

Dhiate closed his eyes and leaned into the warmth of a larger body. He didn't care what the consequences were later, because he knew there would be. Raoth would almost certainly bring this back up sometime soon. Blackmail. Dhiate didn't moved from the dark embrace, and he wouldn't unless Raoth pulled away or Amy called him. It was a miracle he didn't collapse.

Eyes closed, Dhiate's dark tipped ears caught the words passed between his master and his friend, thankful that Raoth couldn't enter the conversation as well.

Cerberus Antum · 04-21-2012, 12:44 PM

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With the tension out of the air, Cerberus found himself able to think more clearly. He was certainly in the mood to barter, and he wanted to make sure he got the best deal for the knife that he thought to be pretty special. Whether the woman saw the same value in his find or not, he didn’t care. It had helped him face a sort of turning point in his life, and to him the object was gravely important.

The woman swept her hand over the entirety of her possessions, and Ceri didn’t fail to notice that this included her slaves. Sure, he could trade for Dhiate right then and there and spend time with him like they had many moons ago. But, somehow, Cerberus knew a fancy knife wouldn’t be enough to secure his freedom. And perhaps he was happy where he was? Ceri wasn’t naïve – he knew there were plenty of creatures who actually got a thrill out of being controlled. Yes, somehow, he could tell this was the case.

The coywolf’s brows pinched together and he rubbed his ivory chin. This knife, he began, is important. Or at least, it is to me. I am willing to trade, but don’t think I won’t notice if you try to pull a fast one on me. The corners of his mouth then curled up in a playful grin, and he turned his mismatched orbs on the woman. He didn’t hold any ill feelings toward this fae, so he could afford to be his suave, charming self. After all, she was pretty enough, so the actions wouldn’t be forced. Folding his arms over his taut chest, Ceri gave his tail a confident swish. Show me what you’re willing to give up, he said, his smile ever-present.

Amy Sunders · 04-22-2012, 12:31 AM

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Cerberus' words startled Amy. Surely he didn't know the true worth of the dull blade. His next words confirmed that, relaxing the trader. He didn't know, she could still get what she wanted from him. He wasn't aware of how large a bargaining chip that was. Amy could still walk away, making him reconsider, stubborn enough to hold strong. A playful grin was shot her way, met by an icy one from Amy. She could play, her games were just a lot more rough on her partner.

Willing to give up? That was far too powerful a statement, almost threatening. He really didn't know what he was doing if he was saying that. Shaking her head Amy spoke. I might be willing to let you reacquaint with your friend for a short time for the knife. Of course, he is valuable to me. If you're not willing, I can turn away, find something better. Raoth grinned, an arm lifting to rub at Dhiate, making it clear that the wolf was out of reach of the hybrid without Amy's consent.

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