Ground into the Earth

Yi TaeKyung · 04-02-2012, 11:43 PM

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Sorry for the wait! Hope it’s okay. Let me know if you want to post date it or something. OuO; Also, TK is in lupus form, but if you want her to be in optime, just let me know and I’ll edit it!
WC: 575

The day was already late. Today, Salvia had not requested anything unusual of her. The prey-beasts that had given birth had already made her master work hard for them. But the young prey-beasts had grown to an age where such strenuous work was no longer needed, although it seemed to the slave girl that her master cared much for them. The fighter was of a sour mood that day. She had slowly realized that her worth was equated to be equal to the equine beasts. And this did not sit well with her. However, there was little the slave could do. That, too, she understood. The shattered mind felt conflicted once more. It remembered a time before when it did not belong to another. It remembered a time when it had fought truly free—freer, somehow, than it did now.... The black female shook her head as if to brush away an annoying insect. The mind could not grasp how it had been caught. Nor could it grasp how to become free—or how to be more free than it was now. Did not TaeKyung have all that was needed? Food and shelter. Hunting and fighting. Was that not all the taekwondo wolf required? The shattered mind could not imagine more. The memories had slowly sifted through the cracked class like water though fingers. What once was slowly grew fainter in time...until it was no more.

Earlier, when the sky was cool with the colours of slate and pale gold, the Slave of the Flame had trained. Since she had fought the archer when the enemy had invaded Salsola, and since Salvia had allowed her to accompany her on the raid upon the mountain pack, the fighter had learned much that she could improve. After waking in the dark hours before dawn and hunting for Salvia who labored over the prey-beasts, and saving a morsel for herself, the slave had returned to the Tree. The Jindo-wolf had wrapped the massive trunk with several layers of deer pelts that she had both scavenged and hunted, and she had tied them with sinew left upon the carcasses. Having created a make-shift punching bag, she was able to practice high-powered kicks that ossified bone and strengthened muscle. With each day, she grew stronger. With Salvia and with the returned Pandemic, TaeKyung chose to train harder. Like a guard dog ready to attack, she wished to please her master. She wished only to be the strongest and fastest, to be the best fighter so that when Salvia commanded her to attack, she would do so and do it well. The sole purpose of the young Korean woman seemed to be the fight.

Taekwondo. Taewkondo. It was repeated in her mind like a blessing and a poison that drove her heart until she would die. Taekwondo. Taewkondo. It was the only thing that the shattered mind could grasp without effort.

With the warm afternoon sun, and with the heat rising from her pelt, the sinewed woman allowed her body to fall within the grasses. She lay there lunar orbs closed to the world. Dark, horn-like auricles listened to the air and the ground for vibrations of approach. Unless Salvia had need of her services, the tenebrous woman wished for no one to intrude. The sanguine mind fell briefly upon Khirote, the male slave. She had told him that he belonged to her now. A small sneer moved across her maw.

Magnolia Takekuro · 04-03-2012, 05:55 PM

[html]Maggie is always in optime, so if you want them to fight in different forms than that’s cool with me. Or if you want to change that’s cool too ^^
WC: 547

Since her return to the Thistle Kingdom, Magnolia hadn’t strayed far from her residence. She was bitter, furious; she wished for no one to cross her path until she felt better. Magnolia doubted that day would ever come, however, for her own pack had abandoned her and she wasn’t about to forget that. The heavy thought narrowed her eyes and kept her body as small as possible as she curled up even tighter on her bed.

Kimbra seemed to be the only animal that rejoiced in her reappearance; the Kite had instantly flown to her side when she re-entered her home, cooing and flapping her dark wings lovingly. The Kite even brought her master food when the mopey Confidant chose to not leave her home for extended periods of time. At least someone is loyal to me, she thought bitterly, watching the beautiful animal rest on its perch.

On this particular afternoon, however, Claudia hopped right into bed next to her owner, purring and putting her tail right by Magnolia’s face. The wolf exhaled angrily, pushing the kitten away from her. The small one continued, however, until Magnolia got out of bed. Meowing excitedly, the kitten ran outside into the afternoon rays. Magnolia had no choice but to follow her, just in case the kitten was to get into trouble. She seemed rather resilient, however, because she survived (and didn’t even look like she lost weight) while the Confidant was kidnapped. Maybe someone fed her. She doubted it.

Kimbra instinctively flew to her master’s shoulder as Magnolia crossed the house threshold, and the trio took off. Magnolia walked with no direction in particular, though she chose to avoid the border. She still had not returned to her duties since returning but figured she could get away with not checking the borders for a few more days. She ached still. Anger still coursed through her body because she hadn’t received any sort of commendation from her leaders as a thank-you for her service. The mountain pack could have killed her. Eris and Larkspur had said nothing to her. She wondered if Salvia had even been reprimanded for losing a pack mate. Salvia. The name sparked hot white anger in her mind, her dark mood becoming pitch black at the remembrance of the favored daughter. She was the blood of Larkspur, adored by the King… Magnolia could hardly hide her distaste for the pack Tigress. Should the other pale woman cross Magnolia’s path again she would surely kill her.

Claudia meowed at the sight of a familiar black wolf lying in the tall grass after Magnolia was lost in her thoughts for some time. This couldn’t even be real… Salvia’s personal slave appearing just as she thought of her master. TaeKyung was also partly responsible for Magnolia’s capture, too; she could have saved her if the black wolf had cared enough. Magnolia stood a distance away from the woman, jade eyes filling with fury. If no one would be punished for losing her, this slave certainly would.

“Slave,” she called out angrily, venom spewing out of her mouth. Kimbra shifted her weight on her shoulder perch and watched her master carefully, just in case she was needed for anything.

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Yi TaeKyung · 04-05-2012, 07:33 PM

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I figure it would be easier for TK to be in lupus, so that she won’t get in any subsequent trouble... Hahah! OuO Thanks for being patient with me!
WC: 568

Rest was as equally important as the training itself. It was during periods of rest that the young woman’s body grew stronger, adapting to the new strains and overloading through which she put herself. Indeed, she trained for many hours a day, a volume of work that required a great volume of sustenance. As a slave, she performed only the tasks required of her. That was her obligation. And the Jindo-wolf silently complied with the demands that her master, Salvia, commanded of her. It was because of Salvia’s generosity that she could train. And it was because of Salvia’s generosity that she could hunt and eat and train harder. And so within the Jindo-wolf grew a strange sense of obedience. The shattered mind accepted this fate—and yet at times it was unbearable. Conflict would rise within her breast like a black demon threatening to shatter her sinew-bound frame. Within her dreams, the Crow Wolf, with eyes as black as His soulessness, mocked her with silent leers. In the corners of the cabin, He lurked within her periphery, instilling within her a mindless dread that the raging, lingering souls of her homeland often did. Even as the tenebrous slave lay there, resting and quiet, her lurked in the darkness beneath her lids....

Soft whispers of moving grasses caused her horn-like auricles to swivel. The black wolf heard the sound of approach, yet she did not respond immediately. Slaves chose not to bother her unless necessary, for she did not offer warmth and understanding to them. Ranked wolves passed her by, speaking to her only when requiring her services. But as Salvia’s personal slave, it was often only Salvia that sought her services. Yet, the sounds of movement ceased, and the wind brought to her a scent that was familiar—and yet, to the Korean she-wolf, it was not a scent she had found worthy of storing with a name and a face. But it was the sudden bellow that caused the she-wolf to respond. The dark crania of the Jindo-wolf lifted from the earth, those narrow, exotic lunar orbs glowing suddenly in the noontime sun. The golden septum ring flashed. The pack wolf did not call her by name, but by rank. It was a thing that would bother the young woman till the day she returned to the earth, but it was a thing, too, that would not change. TaeKyung’s face remained unchanging, her prone body still. But the muscles beneath her coat were no longer relaxed. They were tensed, sensing the hostility within the air.

The lunar gaze, lowered against the superiorly ranked female, lifted slightly. She suddenly recognized the female. Black auricles twitched. The slave did not know what next to expect. She rose after what seemed like an eternity, and yet only a mere second had been allowed to pass. Sensing fully now the anger of the lighter female within the air, the slave’s hackles bristled. It was an uncontrollable response, as was the response of fibers to static electricity. The shattered mind struggled with herself. The septum-peirced slave new her place, but the taekwondo fighter wanted to respond. The black pelted one attempted to relax the raised hackles, but was only partially successful. White orbs tentatively—tentatively because it was the law that slaves do not make eye-contact—lifted to briefly meet the other woman’s. The Korean was silent, as she always was.

Magnolia Takekuro · 04-17-2012, 11:25 AM

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Oh man, I’m sorry for the wait. And TK can rough her up quite a bit, don’t worry :3

The woman got up, but said nothing. Instantly, white hot anger crept into her muscles. Maggie wasn’t even conscious of her speed-walking to the slave’s face, getting a little too close to the Korean. “You should acknowledge me, Slave,” Maggie snarled. “At the very least, acknowledge the woman you fucking left behind. You failed your pack. You let me get captured just for your own sorry sake. What do you have to say to yourself?” Maggie had never been this angry. She knew that it was displaced; there wasn’t one particular person that caused her capture. But Magnolia had failed, just as TaeKyung had. She hadn’t given any crucial information away, and luckily Salsola had someone else’s life to trade for her own... but what if they hadn’t?

“Are you going to own up to anything, slave? Or are you just as weak as your owner?” The Confidant hacked up whatever was sitting in the back of her throat and spit it on the other female, the phlegm landing on her jaw. Maggie wanted to see how far she would go before the slave finally broke. Maggie pushed the black wolf with all her might, trying to topple her over. This was so wrong, but it felt right. Maggie didn’t care about consequences... she didn’t care about anything at all, really.

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Yi TaeKyung · 04-27-2012, 07:32 AM

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I also apologize for the wait~! OnO Since you’ve obviously had threads since this one’s date, what sort of wounds did you have her receive? OuO
WC:534

Even as the ranked one’s approach seemed to grow swifter, the Korean did not flinch. The fighter did not fear the wolves of the pack. No. That was not why she was ranked as Slave. When her mind was shattered, Salvia had been there to take advantage of her wounded status. And so she had been captured. And since then, the ‘higher’ thinking that mirrored the humanesque imbalanced had begun to fade. Now the Jindo wolf, although having retained language—when she chose to speak—and her fighting, was merely a simple, wild wolf having fallen into the stranger hierarchy of the Salsolan pack. And while, much out of reverence for Salvia, she partook in her place as ‘slave,’ the Korean struggled now to maintain that place. Magnolia snarled words at her, and for a moment longer, the Korean remained silent. The lunar orbs, seemingly fathomless, lifted to meet the other woman’s gaze, those strange eyes almost glowing in the light. The alto voice responded, the exotic voice quiet, an almost sweet sound that seemed to belie the feral and exotic beauty of the slave: “TaeKyung is belong to Salvia.” It was perhaps the first vocal acknowledgment of her lowly status as Salvia’s personal slave. But that was all she said, as if that explained it all.

Then the ranked one spat. In her stillness, the slave made no attempt to move. Phlegm was cast upon her, hitting the top of her strong muzzle like a slap in the face. Something within her shuddered, as if something—composure, or Sanity perhaps—threatened to fall off the shelf of her blackened soul. The black pelted slave flickered her maw, flinging the spit from her being, ridding herself of the insults and degradation. As the obsidian crania returned to point at the ranked one, the Jindo-wolf stumbled back several steps. The blue crested one had pushed her. Black claws tearing at the earth as her body responded to the perturbation. It seemed as if the forced imbalance of the slave further fed the shudder of her soul. Something feel off the shelf. Terrible jaws parted as the Korean hybrid slid back—a strange yet effective movement that somehow seemed more suited for her bipedal shape—and let loose terrible snarl. It was almost a roar, and yet merely a snarl for the short and sudden nature. White teeth were unsheathed from her wordless lips, lunar orbs widening with a wild fury. The jaws of the angered one snapped, a warning attack, although, for the fae’s belligerent nature, the warning may have included the tearing of flesh if the other would not move away.

The golden piercing flashed in the dull light, reminding the Slave of the Flame of her bondage. The vicious snarl died with the snap of her jaws, and yet the growled breathing that was expelled from her breast spoke only of danger. The Jindo-wolf took a step back, although not in fear, creating a seemingly insignificant distance. TaeKyung remembered that her current opponent was a superior to her, for she was but a slave. The shattered mind remembered Salvia, and yet, with the blue-crested female provoking her, the fighter would not back down.

Magnolia Takekuro · 05-15-2012, 04:59 PM

[html]hit me. X______X And I had her get a bruised rib and a few very obvious facial marks, but none that will scar seriously. :] So TK can beat the crap out of her in the next post, she’ll pussy out after a serious blow or two.

Maggie’s Mohawk was trembling with anger at the insubordinate bitch in front of her. The slave let out a snarl, which the silver Confidant took as a a direct threat. She responded to the provocation with a snarl equally as impressive, her white teeth glinting in the light. But the wolf still did not approach her. Maggie wanted her to snap, something deep and primal within the girl wanted to rip the bitch’s throat out. “Gimme your best shot, slave,” she exposed her teeth again, a deep throated warning come from her chest. Maggie looked into milky white orbs before she lunged, intending to bring her prey to the ground.

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