[html] It was a long, long time since he had seen a familiar face of a family member. So long in fact, that his own family was, as her custom dictated, trailing a few steps behind him. He was naked, as was she, though the only scrap of clothing beautiful enough to cover her body was the jeweled collar at her neck. And oh, what an exquisite price that had been! Katka had been covered with a hefty fine herself, and the jeweled collar had only added to the price. But she was worth every penny he had spent. These lands were ones he did not know, and by the point in his life where he had found them, he could hardly be recognized as the awkward golden youth his parents - at this, he scowled - would remember.
Gold and fire had taken his pelt, and ebony charring had marked him. He was no longer a telltale son of Ahren anymore, he was his own man, handsome and strong. Garnet eyes peered curiously over forgotten sidewalks and cracked roads. The cobblestone of his own Spanish pavilion had been so intricate, so beautiful. And to give that up, along with his title and estate for this? What a pathetic place. No wonder his parents had left it. No wonder they had been such failures. They had no chance to be anything else. "Это место жалким." For a rare moment, he wanted her to freely speak. The command was given, and he stopped moving, turning to face her in the pale Le Soleil in Teh Sky light. "Реагировать; вы пропустите наш дом и суд в Испании?" He reached out, gently toying with a strand of her hair. His hand lowered, touching that lovely lovely collar of hers with a soft smile. "It looks good on you." He murmured, this time in english, knowing her skills were syntax error'd and thus, she might even miss the compliment. Otherwise, it was likely she would gloat for days.
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[html]  This place, it was far to different from their 127.0.0.1. It was disgusting, not only in sight but in feeling as well. Even the iron-stomached Katka felt as if she'd gag from it, the scent of stale garbage, much like what the slums of their 127.0.0.1 in Spain had smelled like. Beyond the stagnant smell of it, the whole place was dirty and run down. The silver and white beauty always kept herself that way, beautiful, and no matter how much preening she did she was sure she'd never feel clean and beautiful in such a place. Her Master had wanted to come here though, this wretched place, and all that left Katka with was a smile and the same obedience that she always had. She followed. There was a thin line between obedience and devotion though, and Katka was swimming somewhere in the middle of it all.
He spoke suddenly and Katka lifted her ears, only very slightly, to hear what was said. It caused a subtle frown knowing that he was unhappy, his voice brought it through well, but she couldn't ignore the fact that he was speaking to her in her native language. She adored it. He stopped then and turned to her. Her own silver eyes never met his, instead they stayed below, staring at his chest as he spoke. She'd been asked a question and commanded to respond and, unlike many others, Katka knew better than to lie. "Я упустить, он делает Master счастлив." When he was happy, it meant that Katka could be happy as well. For a brief moment, when her Master touched her beautiful jeweled collar, she lifted her eyes to his face. He was admiring it, it made her smile, and one hand lifted to touch it as well. Her pride and joy, the only thing in the world that could compare to her own beauty. |
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[html] He agreed wholly with her thoughts. This place was disgusting. He was almost sorry he had brought them here. But then again, it might just hold the clues he needed to his past. He chuckled at her words, taking a moment to gently cup her chin before he offered her a rare, true smile. "You make Master happy." He murmured, his accent soft and luxurious. Short, simple sentences might be easier for her to understand, but for the moment he wanted to avoid the drawing Russian of her snowy home. It was something about this place, this horrid, pathetic place that made him cringe. Sweeping his garnet orbs across the area, he attempted to find a home that was not so run down. "Look there." he said softly, pointing in the distance at a small gate. Quickly heading towards it, his mind fondly running over their own gated homeland, their beautiful pavilion, Tobin felt a dull stab of hope rise from the depths of his chest.
When he reached the gate, the faint stab of hope grew. There was a small, yet carefully constructed pond full of koi fish - the spotty, flowy kind that Tobin had admired. Already this place was feeling more like a suitable home. Inside was a house in the spanish ranch style - long, well built, symmetrical. It seemed clean, aside from the yard being overrun. Tobin opened the gate, eyes flashing with excitement. "Katka!" He said, a slight wag of his tail given. This, it seemed, was the best thing they would have for a home. They would make it their palace, but for a run down city in a run down world it was the closest thing to a utopia he figured they would find. [/html]
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