[M] - My Little Friend
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WARNING: This thread contains material exceeding the general board rating of PG-13. It may contain very strong language, drug usage, graphic violence, or graphic sexual content. Reader discretion is advised.
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Date: May 6th, 2012

Setting: Wentworth Valley

Time: Late Afternoon

Character Form: Optime

Mood: Neutral
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The air was cool and damp. Around him rain dusted the land, each drop so fine they made a dreary mist. All was quiet. The forest was taking cover with none of the animals stirring except a lone obsidian wolf. He sat atop a slick rock in the grass of Wentworth Valley. A blade moved gently in his damp hands and ran over what had once been only a limb of wood and now resembled a finely crafted weapon. Small chips of wood fell and covered his lap as he turned the weapon over in his hands, eyeing each curve and every angle. It was as smooth as a sea-washed stone. Jaden was a meticulous craftsman when it came down to the things he made. He had done this many times and the wood truly didn’t need to be checked anymore. The true reason he had the unconditioned wood out in the rain was the natural moisture. It would allow the bow to flex more easily while he strung it. For the past few weeks he had been carving it and shaping the wood. Now he would actually get to see its power even if it was still far from completely finished.

Satisfied enough to call it finished Jaden flipped the small crafting knife in on itself with a scratch of its rusty joints. He then stood and strung the bow. This was simpler then carving it because he had done this many, many times to his former weapon. The string of braded yucca fit slightly into small notches cut into the weapon’s far tips. In only a few minutes, he was stand proudly with a strung and nearly finished bow.

Jaden wasn’t in his usual garb. No dark coat hung from him and the metal gauntlets were safe in the Exultare den a short distance away. All that protected his injured body from the weather were a few straps. The one that held the two daggers at his hips and the other that pulled his quiver snuggly to his back. The Alaskan shook the water from his fur and wiped a little from his brow before taking an arrow in hand. With a sigh of pleasant familiarity, he drew the shaft over his string and pulled. The sound of the stretching line and flexing wood made him grin deviously. The three foot long bow bunched in his hands like a snake ready to strike. Its call a moment later was warming when the arrow split through the moist air and imbedded into a rotting tree ten meters away. He drew and fired another. Then one more arrow smacked the dead wood with a hollow sound. The pleasure it gave him to have a bow once again was nearly palpable even when the last arrow dogged left of its slightly fog-hidden target.




Jaden does. Jaden speaks. Jaden thinks.

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She had promised to see him again. Amy had even given up a pair of weapons as assurance of this event. The last time they had met hadn't been happy at all, Amy ending up fighting for her life against infuriated pack members. They didn't understand her need for compensation at all. Hadley had done something extremely hard to forgive, and Amy wasn't a forgiving person. She would have made sure that he paid, if not for what had followed. Amy was deeply thankful for Jaden's help, and had sought him out to apologize for what happened, as well as replacing the wine she had drunk with him.


The precious italian wine she'd received from her family was carried in her bag. Her step was light through the rain, the demonic female humming softly. His scent had been picked up in the area where Ichika used to be. Idly Amy wondered how Kiara was doing before her attention shifted back as the handsome male was revealed before her. A small round of applause was released at the performance from the bow. Well done. Care for a celebratory drink? She lifted out the bottle she had brought, indicating for him to take from it.


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Applause broke the silence that settled after the last arrow flew. It drew the man’s gaze two a heavenly body materializing from the fogged forest. Her voice was unmistakable even if the blond on her didn’t contrast wonderfully with the surrounding grey. It had been only a short while since their last meeting and he remembered the fight well. He had seen yet another demonstration of Amy’s dangerous side. There was no doubt in his mind that she was dangerous before, but the fighting skills she’d shown off were not something to flaunt an eye at. He trusted her a little more since helping her that night, but how much trust could he really have for such a dark woman? They hadn’t even had the chance to talk after that incident. Jaden found himself worrying about the pups that he shared charge for not far away even though he doubted they would interest her at all.

Her words were kind though and she stepped forward offering a gift. He remembered her promise to bring it and the liquor made him smile despite the situation. He lowered the bow and tossed it into his left hand so he could take the bottle with his right. A deep breath over the opened cap proved that, not only was it finer than what she had taken from him before, but that it wasn’t tainted with anything that might have him uncomfortable or dead shortly after sampling it. Why thank you. He took a mouthful and savored the aromatic taste with a swish before swallowing. What a fine liquor. What occasion called for this? The Alaskan had helped her without the thought of reward. It wasn’t something he expected out of Amy nor would he ask for any. He truly hadn’t even expected her to repay the small waist of his liquor. It wasn’t something he really missed either. But he wouldn’t turn down the chance at seeing the fine woman again.





Jaden does. Jaden speaks. Jaden thinks.

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His eyes flickered to her side, first surprised, then welcoming. Her tail wagged behind her as she stepped gracefully over to him. The bow was placed out of the way, letting Jaden take a sip of the precious liquor she carried. Amy smirked at the test for poison. She had no reason to harm him. She definitely wasn't planning on doing so after he helped her, even less so with the gift that had taken months to come to her side.


She dipped her head softly at the admiration. It was fitting that he could recognize the high quality. So few could truly appreciate the finer parts of partaking of wine. It's from my family. In appreciation of the services I've provided. Tilting her head Amy considered the more grave questioning of what prompted her to bring this. She could dance around with words, or she could come out straight and say it. I promised to replenish your liquor before...and I wanted to apologize for dragging you into that mess.


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Amy was a treat for the eyes. Her curves teased and the weapons added a bit of silvery charm to her form. He swirled the bottle of liquor and felt the heavy liquid inside displace itself as he watched her. There was something new about the way she interacted with him. The challenge wasn’t as overpowering. Her body didn’t sway and amplify its already easily observable beauty. Even her voice seemed different. Mmm, he showed his appreciation for the wine again with another small take and over looked the comment about her family.

He might have had to glance up from the drink and check for sincerity in her brown eyes but from what he knew of her, he doubted apologizing for anything was something she did often. His eyes fell down on the bottle’s smooth surface. Glad to see you’re a woman of your word, He said and looked up at her with a warm smile. What was that all about? I’m hoping I didn’t help you escape a few unlucky travelers you decided to test. It was asked with a joking tone, but there was a bit of interest in it too. He thought her to be a decent person at heart but knew Amy was no innocent pup.




Jaden does. Jaden speaks. Jaden thinks.

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She was always one to keep her word. When she promised something, she kept it, whether it was a threat or a promise of delivered goods. Amy had built her reputation off that. Without her word, everything Amy owned was useless. That simple bond of trust was necessary. Granted, she didn't exchange that courtesy to everyone. She was trained as a silent killer, someone to blend. She knew how to hide who she was, how to lie believably, and has used that at times to gain information. It was still different from the bond her word granted, leaving it intact.


Amy chuckled at his words, shaking her head. No, nothing as simple as that. I sold a slave to a member of that pack. This slave damaged my property shortly after going into this male's possession. They turned down my request for compensation, so decided to collect on my own. They didn't care for that. Her eyes gleamed darkly, remembering the battle. She had been hit, and was still angry at the failed punishment. Hadley had paid, but not as much as she had wished for him to.


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He was right and wrong in his assumptions. He was right, Amy was a devious character. If there was something Jaden truly found as evil, it was bending others to your will. Slavery was distasteful, unnecessary, and wrong. He was wrong in assuming that the woman before him was good at heart. How wrong he was hadn’t become completely clear yet but her admitting to being a slaver pasted displeasure on his obsidian body. Slavery? A distasteful endeavor. I hope you got your compensation. He tried to look at it as a fault made by the buyer only to keep his own interest in the woman alight.

The fog made visual distraction from the other wolf difficult. Numerous weapons, fine liquor, trading and selling… items. If I knew you better, I might call you a merchant. He turned the bottle to her to offer the blond woman a drink. Are you in a hurry to find your way off somewhere? Or can you enjoy a little bit of this with me? Jaden was trying to convince himself that everyone had a few unfortunate personal qualities, that being a slave trader was just one of these occurrences. There was still a dwindling chance that he might enjoy her company.




Jaden does. Jaden speaks. Jaden thinks.

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Amy didn't need slaves. She lived with and without them very easily. The only reason why she had them was because of what she was, one who traded everything that could possibly be found. She found slavery distasteful, but for a very different reason, looking down on those who believed themselves to be superior to others without being able to even care for themselves without the help of another being. Didn't mean she wouldn't take advantage of it, and regularly did, but she did not care for the act herself.


Frowning she shook her head. Messy business. People get attached when they shouldn't. Refused my compensation completely. How was she going to explain to Dhiate that the one who had hurt him had gone unpunished? She wanted to keep this promise. Accepting the bottle she took a sip. I am a merchant. My assassin days are over. She hadn't cared to be one of those that 'superior' people were supposedly above. Amy didn't have the blood lust that fueled her mother to take that job. I do believe I can find the time to linger. She had sought him out after all.


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Desire to deal with Amy was much easier to fine once she admitted to disliking slavery, even if it was only as long as it was a good deal. Her reminding him that she too was a formal killer only strengthened this too. Though Jaden thought they were similar in having escaped oppressive and demanding marauders of death, he was only part right. Their situations had been so very different. Jaden had never killed for compensation. He had killed for his pack, as a “holder of the peace”, a defender was so wrongfully his given title. Nearly every life on his hands had been taken to ensure the balance of power was kept. Looking back he could easily see how wrong and oppressive Uva Atka had been but it had been what he was raised into. It had been right.

But he was oblivious to this information as he thought he already knew better. The Obsidian Alaskan smiled at her willingness to stay with him. The drink found its way back into his hands and he took a few steps back to the boulder he had been seated on previously. The bow was rested against this rock and, with a brush of his hand to remove the bits of wood, he offered her a seat next to him then took a sip off the bottle. Good, he said, So where do you call home? He was simply interested in her now. He knew of what she could do, what she did do, and what it appeared she liked to do, but he knew little about who this woman actually was. She smelled of a pack that he recognized, but didn’t truly know very well. Not to mention that she was stained with the smell of travel.



Jaden does. Jaden speaks. Jaden thinks.

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A boulder was brushed clear. Making sure to brush along him on her way to her seat, mimicking the motion of his hand across the rock Amy sat down close to where he was, letting themselves touch. After all, he had proven himself to struggle when dealing with her in close approximation. It never hurt to tip the odds in her favor. Especially when drink tended to make her...rather loose lipped. And loose in her actions. And several other things that kept her from drinking unless in private.


Tilting her head Amy looked up through the mist. Where did she call home? A rather curious question. One she didn't have the answer to. Amy was a wanderer, simply traveling to where it was more convenient. Her competitive edge and drive to never submit again drove her to rise in Anathema's ranks where possible, but she wasn't truly attached to it. Amy was far from her family as well. Deciding to leave this rather difficult question alone Amy dodged around it with a far more simple answer. I stay with Anathema when I'm resting from my travels. Taking the bottle Amy took a much deeper sip, more disturbed by the question than she let on.


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She was right to assume her body would give her an advantage over him. With the buzz of alcohol already starting in the back of his scull her touch was only that much sweeter. His cool blue swooped up the blond appendage and feasted on her muscular body idly while she had her eyes off him. They drifted away innocently when she took her place by his side. She slid in close and he felt his heart jump with a bit of excitement. The Alaskan knew she was teasing him but that didn’t make it any less enjoyable.

Her answer seemed strangely short and left the impression on him that she didn’t have any real place to call home.I see, But he couldn’t see how much it truly troubled her and just assumed she had no home because that is how the woman wanted to lead her life. He watched with a bit of entertainment as Amy indulged herself in a heavy draw. That wasn’t the type of drinking that was only a moment to linger. It made him grin before he purposefully reached close and across her body to retrieve the bottle. He gave her a devious look before retreating back to his seat with the wine. And how is that for a home? I have only met the most interesting people from Anthema… not all of them the type to call family.




Jaden does. Jaden speaks. Jaden thinks.

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With the drink beginning to settle inside her Amy relaxed. Tail wagging behind her she leaned back into the dark wolf by her. Smiling as the assassin reached over her Amy stretched out, toes wriggling before her. She hadn't really relaxed in a while. Amy never had the chance to. Always traveling, on guard against strangers and those that she knew. No one could be trusted, after all. Someone would always attack her.


At his mention of family Amy burst out laughing, shaking her head. Family? Family isn't always those you get along with. It's a bond that can't be broken, no matter how hard you travel. They're the ones that don't betray you no matter what. They can be as cruel and insulting as you wish, but they're still the only ones that'll back you up. She missed her family, so much. Life here was very different.


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He drank again and took a generous swig this time. If Amy was going to be drinking so harshly, it was only fair he do the same. There was enough in him now. The alcohol was potent and would have him dizzy and suggestible in no time. And, for some reason, he didn’t mind. Amy was expressing all the right signs of relaxation that he felt she didn’t have a malicious intent for their meeting. Or at least not one she intended to enact while they were sober.

A blond body pressed into his and he welcomed it with an open arm that wrapped itself around her side and relaxed on her belly. In it rested the bottle for her to take from if she wished to again. He then listened to her account of family. It got him thinking about who he had for family. His old family had betrayed him. He had betrayed Ichika’s peaceful laws. Only X’yrin fit the profile, her and the innocent pups they guarded together. It made him smile. You’re right. But family shouldn’t be always be cruel and insulting. They should really never be. If you can’t trust kind words from family, then where would you find them?




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An arm wrapped around her, and Amy found herself leaning into the muscular male. He was a wonderful companion. A good fighter, weak to her wiles, intelligent, good looking, weak to her wiles...did she repeat that last part? Well, it didn't really matter. Amy took the delicate wine, enjoying the scent briefly before drinking more. She really shouldn't be doing this. A vague part of her understood that the alcohol was a rare treat, not one to be taken down in such a way, but Jaden had hit a sore point for her.


Her face was openly confused at his words, the mask she carried fallen apart. If he looked now he might see the monster he was holding, no sympathy or kindness inside her. At least, not any that Amy let herself acknowledge. Kind words? Family? Why would they do that? She looked over, brown eyes wide and vulnerable. Kindness is a weakness. A tool. You can't trust it. Nodding her head in agreement she held out the bottle again. Wise words.


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Jaden felt the bottle of wine leave his grasp and turned his palm flat onto Amy’s blond belly. Her body was warm against his on this chilly afternoon. He hadn’t a good view of her face from this angle but admired the feminine curve of her muzzle as she drank even more. How many more times would he realize she was quite beautiful before it just became a fact in his mind and not something to marvel at? Maybe when he began to trust her fully could he giver her attributes as well. Under that dark and slightly pleasant guise, he had no idea what truly lurked. Only dangerous beauty.

The confusion in her voice was plain. They drew a worried expression from dark Alaskan features as he looked about the side of her lovely face. She looked confused from here too. Even Jaden’s family had been gracious to each other during some time. His father had been strict, but he had no doubt the man had loved him as his son. That she truly didn’t understand that felling of trust from family amazed him. He thought that all families had some sort of kindness behind their love. I disagree, Jaden said with the confusion for her answer on his voice, If not for kindness, why would I have stopped to help you? Yes, I owed you something for these fine weapons, one of his claws rubbed over a dagger at his hip, But to risk my life for you in battle is over payment for material goods, is it not? He looked into her brown eyes and noticed the vulnerability, something that caught him off guard from the strong-willed woman. His blues were honest to reinforce the words he spoke and searched for more expression in hers.






Jaden does. Jaden speaks. Jaden thinks.

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She could feel his gaze on her, admiring her form. His palm was cold, sending a small shiver through her before she pushed herself closer to the wolf, borrowing his warmth. The worry he held on his face was an even greater puzzle for the monster than his words. Why would he be so worried about what she had said? It was nothing more than the truth. Kindness was given either because one was a fool, and easy to manipulate, or because it could be used to gain advantage over someone. There was no other choice.

Her gaze was blank, except for the faint flicker in the back that revealed the turmoil he had stirred up. More alcohol was needed for this problem. Picking up the bottle Amy drank more, only to find it emptied this time. Snarling she threw the bottle, letting it smash on the ground. She didn't understand! What kindness? It didn't exist! She didn't need a home, didn't need anyone but herself and the approval of her family. Blood lust. Her words were firm, despite the fact that Amy had found herself staring at the ground, afraid to meet his gaze and be proved wrong.
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It was strange how fast the mood had changed. One moment they are drinking and flirting, the next glace is being broken with a snarl marring Amy’s pretty features. Jaden straightened up a little bit at her show and felt a dizziness swirl through the back of his head. Even though he hadn’t felt it until then, the drink had hold of him. He sighed in and out deeply to clear his head as best he could and smelled the wine on his breath. Drifting back from thoughts of his condition, he eyed Amy again. He felt her rigid form against his. She was really uncomfortable talking to him about this and the implications behind it were a bit startling. Had she really seen no genuine kindness in all her years? Or maybe it was just a cruel childhood that tainted any thought of kindness from another. From the way she spoke, this was the most likely situation.

Jaden didn’t feel pity often. Most wolves deserved what they had and few suffered as much as he had. There was never any good reason to feel sorry for another. But eyes that didn’t show it felt pity for suffering he had no true understanding of. To actually believe there to be no value in simple kindness was difficult to comprehend, even for the Alaskan killer. It showed Amy’s true colors and why she seemed so dark on the inside. But all couldn’t be bad. If so, why was she here? Why would she bother thanking the man who helped her if simple kindness simply didn’t exist?

The answer there, if she was all condemning of kindness, was simple. She wanted something from him or planned on using this encounter to further her own goals, whatever they may be. perhaps, was the only word that Jaden uttered while he meditated on this for a long few moments. Surprisingly, the thought of Amy trying to use him for something stung. But if it was true, he felt she wouldn’t deny it. So he asked, But, if kindness isn’t just given, why have you come to thank me?





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His agreement made her feel a little better. Her body relaxed, pushing away the turmoil he had managed to create. There was no such thing. Humming she looked down at the glass, regretting her actions now. Even if it had been empty the bottle could have been reused. The last remnant of her family's gift was gone now. All that was left was the assassin blades she now wore. They hadn't been used yet, but she would christen them soon enough.


The question stumped the monster. She sat there, trying to figure out why she had come. There had to be a reason behind it. Hadn't she told him at the beginning? Shrugging she gave up, leaning into his body. I don't know. I just like being around you, I guess. That sounded reasonable. Fog swirled around them, still partially hiding them from the outside world. So many things could be done, and hidden away at this moment.


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The longer the man sat under Amy’s beautiful form, the farther gone he was becoming. Inhabitations bled away until what would regularly be walls of caution became gentle reminders that care should be taken. Jaden watched the blond object of his attention intently for an answer. His clouded mind was eager to be there with her and enjoy the warm presence pressed against him. If she did end up being here for some reason other than for the company, he would be greatly disappointed.

To his great delight, she admitted to wanting to be there just for him. From the woman who was so dark, such a thing was worthy of recognition and maybe even a bit of flattery within himself. But to the intoxicated mind, it called for much more than that. A warm smile parted his lips and displayed the sharp teeth while he carefully wrapped both arms around the female’s body. He held her gently just above the waist and nuzzled her neck just below the jaw. That’s rather… Sweet. His voice ebbed out what could have sounded like a light confusion in the idea of Amy being sweet. But he had little care for it. If she wanted to be nice, sweet, and flirty, why not do the same? I really appreciate you stopping by.






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Strong warm arms wrapped around her body. Drunk as she was, Amy leaned in, enjoying the soft touch, encouraging the nuzzle along her body. A hand reached up, curving around his head, cradling him close. The other hand slipped over, playing over his legs. His confused words brought laughter from her. A rather selfish motive, I believe. Taking advantage of your softness to relax.


Turning her head Amy kissed his lips, sensuous and slow before pulling back, brown eyes laughing at the drunk wolf. True, neither were really in their right mind, or acting how they should have been. It was pure amusement for Amy, teasing him, flirting, letting herself forget the worries in her life, the fact that there were those who would love to see her dead, that she gifted death with the same smile she gave to him. I wouldn't miss out on this.


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