Remnant of the Past

Jaden Ohanzee · 10-01-2012, 02:39 AM

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Date: October 8th, 2012

Setting: Damp Woods

Time: After Dark

Character Form: Lupus ---> Optime

Dress: Traveling Satchel, bow, quiver, and gauntlets

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Sorry for the length. I was inspired :>

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Traveling in the Damp Woods was never a pleasant experience for those who had disdain for the many small rivers which needed to be crossed. Jaden was no exception. This would be his third straight day of travel since leaving the lands of Sangi’lak. His home. It certainly felt much different to leave than it had before. The last time he’d done it there was sadness in his heart for something he thought unfairly lost. Something he had never realized to be considered a mistake through and through by the other. But now he understood. Was it pleasure he gained from leaving? No, that wasn’t it. Pleasure accompanied happiness and that was lost to him. He felt… determined. Determined to keep pushing forward for what he still had. Rio was his friend and she also the reason he traveled. He thought she still lived in the deserted city to the south and needed to speak with her about promised combat instruction. She was one of the things he still had and seemed worth keeping.

But even a conditioned body grew weary of travel. Somewhere along his trip through the Damp Woods after the sun had fallen Jaden came upon a lone human dwelling. He stopped and looked on it with dull and tired curiosity. The home was crumbling as most human structures did. The wooden walls had long since shed their paint and now stood grey and naked against the dark sky and punishment of whether and time. The windows were surprisingly intact, perhaps in part because the trees around it were not yet big enough to throw their limbs through them. Musty and clouded, they gave away nothing of the home’s dark innards.

The nomad turned his head to the south and warily decided he had done enough traveling for today. Human places often held interesting trinkets or even usable supplies. He could scavenge from the house before moving to set up camp not far from here. Looking upon the angular roof and warped wood before him, he would reevaluate how far away camp needed to be. He was suddenly reminded of stories from his puppy-hood, ones that depicted human’s as monstrous demons who’s only desire was to consume all the good from the world. This house would have been a set for one of those spooky stories. These walls would have been something puppy Jaden would have never come within five miles of. But his belief in such things had been broken long ago. They were foolish lies… but there was no need to approach it unarmed. So Jaden shifted to his optime form and donned his packed metal gauntlets, bow, and quiver before approaching the wooden ruin.

The porch steps creaked almost angrily as they were disturbed by the heavy male. The porch itself squeaked and detested him, adding an eerie symphony to his every step. He reached for the door and turned the nob which scrapped but did not unlock the door. He pushed again with more force but still nothing. With an annoyed sigh, Jaden took a few steps back and rolled his shoulders. Then he set his sights on the door handle where he thought the thing to be stuck. He quickly charged forward and threw all his weight into a kick at that area. With a crunch and a slam it swung open and the nob embedded into decaying drywall. The explorer then waited for a moment as dust and sound settled again. If there were inhabitants of this place no doubt that would draw them out.

Nothing came roaring from the broken down door and Jaden proceeded in followed again by only the symphony of shifting wood. He proceeded to check every room he found on the first floor. A stuck door might have meant no one had been in hear to take any supplies but it seemed the exact opposite case. Everything had been taken. Open cabinets held only air and cob webs. Closets swirled with free dust when opened and not a thing more. Even the sofa was gutted down to it wooden skeleton, scraps of fabric and fluff clinging to it like the last bits of meat to a kill.

Determined to find something worth entering the damned place Jaden then ventured to the top of a noisy stair case. The upper floor was slightly less telling than the one below and he was able to hide his footsteps with some effort once his climbing was finished. He opened the first door he encountered which was on the left of a long hallway and, to his surprise, was met with more than nothing. The room looked aged but practically untouched. The curtains still remained on the window along with a covered bed, a wooden dresser with some semi-melted candles on top, and a closed closet that no doubt held clothing that could be used as rags. Jaden grinned and stepped in.

He didn’t move far before coming to an abrupt stop. The floor was soft farther toward the middle and slopped down like sagging cloth. He did not need to know how rotted it actually was to understand it hadn’t the ability to support him. He more carefully moved around the edge of the room and did his best to shimmy along as close to the wall as he could. First he checked the closet and found it to be empty. That was disheartening but he knew the candles on the dresser which stood on the opposite side of the room were valuable so he kept moving. Next were the bed and its coverings. These could be more easily converted into useful cloth than clothing anyway. But before he could take them he was forced to stop yet again. The man who had been relatively calm in his hallow fear and discomfort until now felt his heart speed up as his eyes recognized the large lumps of something that smelled off dust and death. Slowly, he reached forward with one armored claw and brought the other up defensively, unsure of what he would find in the dark remains of this desolate place.

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Amy Sunders · 10-02-2012, 01:17 AM

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It was a good house to stop in. The emptiness and stubborn nature of the door meant few canines would wander in. Amy had used the place once or twice before in the variation of her travels. She'd head in, set up camp in the empty rooms, and enjoy her time. Arriving a frown immediately crossed her face as she saw that the door was open. Someone had kicked it in. She passed Lucias over to Adara with a sharp word for no one to follow her. Grabbing a bow Amy slipped inside, sniffing the air. A male wolf from a pack was here. A deeper breath confirmed that it was Jaden. A half smile flickered over her features at the thought of seeing him again. He was always entertaining.

Slipping up the stairs Amy followed the scent trail across to the room that she'd concluded was too dangerous to enter. It looked like he was much more foolhardy than her, though there was hardly anything in there worth taking. Then again, Amy lived off the cream of life. There was no hardship that she didn't choose. Items that were deemed worthless for her might be seen as useful by another. Pushing the door open Amy let her eyes flicker over Jaden's body. He had his bow, a satchel, and the fighting gauntlets. The rest of him was open for admiration as he stood at the edge looking ready to make a leap for a bed. Laughing she shook her head. And I thought you were smarter than that.

Jaden Ohanzee · 10-02-2012, 01:47 AM

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Jaden had no knowledge of his acquaintance as she entered the house after him, attributing the soft squeaking of the floor to the horrid ambiance of this place. His out stretched claw took hold of the blanket and with one smooth motion that threw a cloud of dust into the air, he tore it back.

Dust wasn’t all that came loose from the bedding.

With a sound thud, a scull from the bed of bones fell at the mans’ feet. He recoiled in disgust and horror at the round thing and placed one foot upon rotted wood. He stopped there and watched as the scull rolled toward the sagging center of the room. That was the moment Amy spoke up and startled him again as the already on edge mind imagined the ghost of whomever’s resting place this was taunting him. He shifted his weight to spin and face her only to have one heavy paw go straight through the floor. The rest of him followed even as he snarled in alarm at the would-be ghost. The floor gave easily under the Issum’s mass and he had a horrid moment of shock and falling. The break was loud and threw all kinds long dormant dust into the air.

The impact of flesh on the wooden floor below left him out of wind and disoriented. Slowly and in a slight daze, Jaden pulled himself to his knees and felt a soreness on his knees and back where he’d hit. He also reached down and felt a small-ish cut on the left side of his chest. It was only a handful of seconds before he realized what had happened. Amy was here. He wasn’t completely sure how to feel about that yet, but at least this place wasn’t haunted by some human demon. The skull which had initially surprised him sat not far off and seemed to grin at the fool he had made himself out to be. With an annoyed growl he slapped it away, hoping it would shatter wherever it landed, and moved to stand himself up.

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Amy Sunders · 10-02-2012, 02:11 PM

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She watched with disinterest as a human skull came off the bed and rolled off. They were such odd looking creatures. Their faces were completely flat. It was strange. Jaden didn't take so well to her interruption. It looked like he'd managed to spook himself with the body, and flipped out onto the wood. Amy leaped back into the hallway, parts of the floor caving in all around. He was lucky he hadn't sent the bed toppling in after him. What had possessed him to go in like that? It was a stupid move, and she had figured that he was smarter than that. Perhaps he deserved it, getting himself half killed like that if he hadn't even been smart enough to stay out of a room that was clearly too dangerous to enter.

Lazily she made her way down the stairs, her tail curled and swaying behind her as she went. He was sitting on the floor recovering when she looked in, sharp pieces of wood covering everywhere. He actually looked rather amusing sitting like that. Chuckling softly Amy tilted her head. Now why would you go do a foolish thing like that? Desperate for supplies of some sort? Living on your own? Or perhaps you have a lady friend you're trying to impress with your bravery. Clucking softly she reached the ground, and eyed the distracted assassin. You're not on your game as you should be. You shouldn't have been so easily caught off guard.

Jaden Ohanzee · 10-03-2012, 11:43 PM

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How he felt about Amy, now that was an interesting subject for the dark Nomad leader. He had thought them similar for a long time. Perhaps more so than anyone else he knew in this land. Had things gone down a different path, hell, he could have very easily loved the dangerous, sexy dog. But they hadn’t. If fact, quite the opposite had happened. It was his and Amy’s relationship that had brutally shaken the rest of Jaden’s life. One night of passion led on by intoxication and the Issum’s love life would seem to eternally suffer, all because him and the blond dog were much different from one another than he thought. She was a monster, a killer, a person to be hated by those who had a straight and narrow moral compass. Not a person to allow as close as he had. But what could be done about that now? His relationship with the woman he’d loved had radically changed already. He could get the truth from her. That would be his goal: figure out why she had played on their similarities and misled him.

He glanced over as she entered the room that was now strewn with wooden debris. Beautiful, he couldn’t deny even as feelings of mistrust had settled in him. Called him a fool and prodded as to his intentions but not before pointing out his lack of alertness. Typical Amy from what he knew of her but the remark about “a lady friend to impress” stung. A small part of him did blame her for the loss of X’yrin, the part that didn’t hate X’ies for it that is. He didn’t show it though as he stood and stretched his back painfully. Trying to find some value in this retched place. He grumbled. Then he stepped over the larger pieces of broken wood and moved to pass by where Amy stood in the doorway and into the clear and decollate living room beyond.

Whether she would let him pass unhindered into a less cluttered and human-skull-filled place, his next words would be the same. He would look to her brown eyes with a mask that couldn’t exactly be called friendly about his face. I have more pressing matters than constant training now-a-days being leader of a northern... Besides he then sighed and let his gaze wander over the dark house’s interior as he spoke. This place is far from natural. Why anyone would want to call this a home, I’ll never know.

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Amy Sunders · 10-04-2012, 01:14 AM

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His features were surprisingly calm, though they rarely showed their emotions to the full extent that others did. Amy kept her own hidden, and Jaden didn't seem comfortable showing his emotions to her. They still managed to read each other clearly enough luckily. Shaking her head Amy stepped back. That's no reason for you to risk your life. If Jaden was going to insist on exploring a dangerous area he shouldn't have let himself drop his guard the way that he had.

She let him slip pass, surprise flickering in her eyes at the cold exterior. Smirking she watched after him wondering what had happened to suddenly turn him so cold towards her. Perhaps he finally heard the tales about her. I know. I didn't lack to notice your scent. Had he decided to try and protect his pack from her in some way? Shaking her head she followed him into the room. Did something happen to make you act so strangely? It was enough to draw her curiosity.

Jaden Ohanzee · 10-04-2012, 01:37 AM

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He didn’t look at Amy as he further analyzed his own aching body. He didn’t trust her the same way he had before but knew that if she had a desire to hurt and kill, it did not pertain to him, not yet anyway. He was leaning against one of the musty walls and in the process of rubbing his wrist and wiggling his fingers. He was realizing that the joint was sprained when he heard the light steps creak across the noisy floor. His eyes glanced up at hers a bit disdainfully for her sudden curiosity. It made him feel like she might know why he acted different. But he didn’t leave it on her. Instead he let it fall back to his own hand and minded the smell of his own blood as a droplet ran down his white belly. I’ve had the chance to meet a few of the local packs. They all agree, along with a few members of my own, that you are a cooled blooded monster who kills and tortures for fun, said quite plain for how serious the accusation was and how much she had affected him. Would that count? He asked still not looking up at her.

Jaden felt like a fool for not seeing it, or, more precisely, accepting that she was a rehabilitated killer like himself. He had been misled. It upset him to a point but not far enough to send him into rage or even outright anger. It seemed few things had the ability to do that lately. I would ask you if it is true but after hearing from so many and after… he paused as he reflected briefly on all he had done with Amy, getting to know you... I can’t say I don’t believe it.

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Amy Sunders · 10-04-2012, 01:56 AM

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Her calculating eyes took in his form, rapidly realizing that he was injured. That could be useful, or just another fact for her to toy with. The disdain was completely ignored, the cocky female now looking at him the same way that she would look at someone she considered lesser. He was not acting as an equal, and he would not be treated like one. Not unless he rapidly shaped up in the next few moments, and it would take something quite large to recover from the foolish mistake that had left him injured and vulnerable. Such mistakes killed canines. Even after he stopped killing, he should have kept up his training enough to prevent this.

A smile slipped over her face as he spoke, confirming that he had indeed learned the truth. It had taken a few packs and some members of his own pack to figure it out, but he knew what she was now. Amy had never hidden it, of course. She had almost killed him when they'd first met after all. It was only his training that had prevented his death. Hadn't that told him anything? You're right, I see nothing wrong with taking a life, or passing the time with more intelligent prey than that of the average predator. Canines are so much more entertaining. What does that pertain to you? Surely you didn't think I was innocent.

Jaden Ohanzee · 10-04-2012, 02:23 AM

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It was almost refreshing how easy to read Amy was. Even before he knew just how alike she was to the murderers he had been born into he was able to read her. Beneath that beguiling beauty was a killer. She was cold, calculating, a person to be feared and for good reason. Until now Jaden had actually found that attribute sexy. Before he realized just how little regard she had for life. Now he could see the change in her stance and the courage in her dark eyes. She felt he wasn’t a threat. He was injured now even if it wasn’t horridly and had no way of retaliating, no blade to fight back with thanks to X’yrin. He kept the frown from his features and did not convey that he had caught on yet. If she truly had as little regard for life as she said then he was quickly getting into a bad situation. He had his gauntlets for defense but he realized that wouldn’t be enough as he looked her over. So he began to look for a way out as he leaned against that wall nonchalantly.

She spoke almost menacingly, calling attention to the fool he’d been made out to be on more than one occasion. No one is innocent. He pushed up off the wall and stood. The urge to cross his arms bit at him but he understood that was a defensive gesture. So he let his armored arms fall by his sides as he watched Amy. But I do believe that when I told you I no longer killed for moral reasons, it might have been a bit courteous to at least mention you still killed whomever you thought might be fun to hunt.

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Amy Sunders · 10-04-2012, 02:34 AM

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He was doing his best to act casual, but he was afraid. Amy could tell that. It was rather amusing to sense really. He'd fallen rapidly. She still didn't have the full story though. There was no way that this bout of humiliation and submissiveness was simply from discovering the truth of what she was. Now he didn't have enough of a guard to keep her from finding out. Amy chuckled at his words as he pushed off the wall, taking on a stronger stance to face her with. Was he truly going to attempt this? It didn't even look like he had any weapons, not even the daggers she lent him.

His next words brought her to a halt. Amy's features fell blank as she processed his words. Discourteous to keep her habit of killing out of the conversation? Amy had thought that mentioning such a dark bloody thing was rude and colored the conversation. They were both aware that they were killers though, so perhaps she truly should have mentioned such a thing. Amy had enjoyed their tryst however, and it might not have happened if he'd known the truth. Was that an excuse for her rudeness? I had not considered that. Most do not care to hear such gruesome things.

Jaden Ohanzee · 10-04-2012, 03:02 AM

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He was no fool. He understood his situation perfectly. What he didn’t understand no matter how similar she was to luperci he had known was Amy. They no longer stood on grounds of trust. From what he knew of killers was that they were generally very logical for emotion tended to get in the way of gutting random strangers. But that was generally. Amy could be one of those special cases, the ones who could feel emotion toward those they wished too, those who complimented them or made them feel comfortable. Jaden fit into that equation. She would not have slept with him or even left him unscathed from her blades if he didn’t. So now he just needed to figure out if it would be enough. Would the relationship he had with this killer protect him from her hunting? Or would Jaden, the man who had apparently been toying with flame get burned?

It was an important question for his very life could depend on it. It was an odd feeling too. The last time he had felt the fear of death had been nearly 4 months ago: Far, far longer than any other safe-time in his life. But, to be honest, it was a feeling he found oddly comfortable. Perhaps it was a trick of his mind after so much training and so much fighting but this fear that began to speed his heart, sharpen his senses, and dull his pain held a certain power to it that wasn’t easily replicated. He watched as she still held her position, a good sign that she didn’t see fit to advance on her “prey” yet, but was surprised when she suddenly had a change of demeanor. He took note of how much of an impact being considered rude had on her and began to speculate what that might mean for the kind of killer Amy was. You and I are not like most, he said, the disdain at her rudeness purposefully set on his voice while he tried to draw a connection between them, playing on her possible connection with him. But what to do now? Every pack around mine hates you. If they were to even find out I did not attack you on sight, I would risk war. Logical appeal to avoid drawing a distinction between murder and warrior, him and her. Regardless, the message needed to be the same. He needed to leave and believe she would not come looking for him again. I cannot risk war for my family because of you, Amy. You know as well as I that we must part ways here tonight for the last time. Still he stood wearing his mask and courageous, trying to look anything but weak to this predator.

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Amy Sunders · 10-04-2012, 03:14 AM

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His words immediately drew a sharp look from the dog. He wasn't talking to her like he should have, the conversation more tart than it should have been. His fear was rising. Inhaling it she stepped forwards, her tail beginning to sway behind her. The falsely warm brown eyes remained trained on his blue ones, not missing a single twitch in his frame. Really? He declared it rude that she had not informed him of one of the largest differences between them, yet tried to keep himself on the same level as herself, a killer and one with more power than the average canine. Did he really think he could do that? Her lips twitched upwards with amusement as he desperately spun his tale, attempting to slip away.

I find that difficult to believe. I have good trade relations with Salsola and Vinatta. You cannot say that they dislike me. Find me dangerous, perhaps, but they might dislike you eliminating one of their traders more than you just turning and walking away. If you could do that. Her lips curled into a sneer, studying his weaponless form again. His request drew laughter from her, sensing the kill. Amy reached to seize his injured wrist, tail lashing more quickly now. You wish to leave so soon? But we have so much catching up to do! Besides... Amy's eyes ran over him. You lied to me. There is something more going on. I'm not the one that sent you to fall so far. Tell me what happened, and I might let you go.

Jaden Ohanzee · 10-04-2012, 03:52 AM

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In his rush to appease Amy, it seems he did not take into account the two packs who disliked his already. She quickly called him on information he had no way of knowing and tore down most of his charade. Then came the advance. Jaden couldn’t completely hide the slight lean as he moved to give himself a little bit of leverage on his aching legs. When she moved to attack he was quick. She did what he would have and went for the wound he had shown favor to already. It was a simple enough movement to twist his arm and hide his wrist behind the metal of his gauntlet. He would then move to give her a bit of a shove with the other arm and move back to keep distance between them. But upon taking a step back he noticeably limped on his right knee and had to stifle a wince. It was a wound that hadn’t hurt up until he stood on it for a few minutes and caught him by surprise. He knew it was just another target for her now.

I can’t say because I didn’t ask, He spoke quickly trying to buffer his argument before she attacked again, Both packs are led by weak fools. He ignored her comment that he couldn’t leave, the eyes that roamed over him like a piece of meat, and all else that didn’t pertain to business. Why he did it wasn’t just for his charade any longer. It was his pride too that would be wounded if he spilled his intimate happenings to this beast. Perhaps she had already sensed that. He could only hope it untrue or risk giving her something to fish out of him.

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Amy Sunders · 10-04-2012, 10:46 AM

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He was struggling. There were so many exposed spots on him. Amy could smell his fear, but it didn't give her any pleasure. It just aggravated her. This was someone she'd taken as a lover, and now he was showing himself to be worth nothing. It was as bad as having Shadowfang submit himself as a slave. At least she'd never slept with him. Amy blocked his retaliation with ease, stepping forwards at the same time. Her eyes flickered down to his right knee, her lips curling back in a snarl. She should tear him apart, and just leave the pieces for scavengers to feast on. Amy had seen those desperate enough to eat another canine before.

Laughter came from Amy at his words. Did he really believe that? I've dealt with leaders from both packs. They are very powerful. Definitely more powerful than you right now. I'd say it's you with the weak pack. You were foolish, choosing someone from Ichika to help you lead. That was one of my favorite toys, you know. They had so many delightfully peaceful members that couldn't fight. Moving swiftly she went to slap across his face with her claws, at the same time raising a leg to hook him and pull him beneath. Now, what are you hiding from me?

Jaden Ohanzee · 10-05-2012, 10:52 PM

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He knew she would attack again by the look in her eye. Had his words had any sway on her that hungry look would have gone from her, not turned into one of annoyance. He watched her carefully for it as she laughed at him again. Then she spoke and he couldn’t help but feel anger at her words. Not at the weakness she spoke of or the notion of how powerful the fools of Vinátta or Salsola were but at how true her remark about his own weakness felt. He already felt like a fool for falling prey to fears from his child hood but then he also realized that he had no weapons to use in a battle like this one. His bow was useless this close. It was why he loved to carry daggers. Daggers he would have had had his childish co-leader not taken them from him. Why had she done it? To instate her dominance over him? Because they had once belonged to this dog? It certainly wasn’t because of the innocent blood upon them for she had taken his blade knowing full well it carried the same trait. But it mattered little now. All that mattered was he was vulnerable where he would not have been because of her. He could die here under Amy’s claws because of her.

But he would not be shamed by the dog. Even acknowledging his own thoughts of regret for pursuing X’yrin’s love in the place of her supposed “weakness”. Amy knew not what she spoke about but struck nerves anyway. Her attack came and he was ready. Unfortunately ready didn’t prove to be enough this time. The ex-assassin was able to stop the slap from connecting with a raised gauntlet but his wounded legs would not move as fast as he commanded. His knee buckled again and shin cramped painfully all while he was forced to watch as she hooked his leg and brought him easily off balance. The impact of his body against the ancient wood felt like them might have shaken the very foundations of the house.

He was pinned before he could tell what was happening, the other assassin distracting him with a rather solid punch to the jaw and then easily taking advantage of his wounded limbs. But instead of wince with the pain he snarled at her. His lips pulled back and bared sharp teeth in anger. The Issum was pinned but not broken. He snapped uselessly at her face. And if I give you nothing?? He growled darkly at her, a rumble that she could no doubt feel as it vibrated from the center of his chest. He pulled painfully against her grip. You would take my life without a fight? Like a coward?! In his rage the logical, don’t-piss-off-the-killer mentality evaporated. It was only his defiant and angered blue that cut into the Blond demon now.

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Amy Sunders · 10-06-2012, 12:24 AM

Something she said struck a nerve. Amy was betting on it being the attack to his pride. Smiling she watched his actions, knowing that he couldn't stop her when he was like this. Perhaps they were equals at other times, but right now his emotions were clouding him, and it had lead to his injury. Amy was fairly certain that she could have taken him even without him getting injured through his foolishness at this point. He didn't seem that he was going to break just yet however, and Amy struck hard.

It was almost too easy. He could block her with his arms, but his legs didn't move as they should have. Amy caught them with ease, sending him to the ground. As soon as he was on the ground Amy was on top of him, setting one foot to dig into his bleeding knee while she straddled across him, gripping his weakened wrist. A single movement and she could send him into a world of pain. Anger flowed through him from her actions. He didn't like being pinned so easily? What a shame! Amy could tell that he'd been dominated before this and knocked around by someone else.

Chuckling Amy leaned down, licking softly at his face. She was ready to pull back if he moved to bite, but this was too much fun to turn away from. That's more like it! There's the fire that I so love. The blond dog hummed, gently stroking him with her free hand. I won't take your life. I like you. It would be a shame to lose you because someone's been making you into their doormat. You've let emotions take control of you. How utterly foolish. What I want to know Amy yanked hard on his wrist is who I have to hurt for doing it.

Jaden Ohanzee · 10-06-2012, 01:22 AM

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That laugh would haunt him. All of this was so amusing to her even when speaking of something as serious as the Issum’s death. She leaned toward him and he did what any wolf would have. Perhaps the laugh was not amusement but disbelief that he would curse her when she had so much power over him. That would make this approach to deliver a death blow. Like any predator she would undoubtedly go for his throat. He tucked his chin to make it as difficult as possible to reach and still wore his defiant snarl. If he was to die, he would not do it submissively and he would certainly not make it easy.

But what he expected could not have been further from what was given. He grew still for a split second as she began to kiss him almost lovingly on the face. Disbelief filled him and he shook his muzzle free of the misplaced affection. Then she spoke of love and he was further stunned. She isn’t really—! the thought was abruptly lost as he stifled a sudden gasp. A soft pleasure reassured him that she was indeed going to go there. He listened as she glared right thorough all his misleading and struck at exactly what he was unwilling to share. She even highlighted it with a painful pull on his injured wrist.

The male’s body tensed and while doing so involuntarily pressed into the blond fur atop him. But when the primary pain eased, for there were multiple places of discomfort on his body now, he was free to rest his mass against the floor once more. His hips shifted away as far as they could in a useless attempt to evade her groping claw. His free hand which had been uselessly pressed against her muscled belly before now moved swiftly down and took hold of her wrist to stop the motion. His manhood was slowly growing in her grasp. It was by no means fully erect mostly due to the pain being inflicted upon the rest of the body but showed no indication of following it owner’s commands as the opportunity for pleasure persisted. Stop.He growled the command but in a much lower voice than his demands had been made in before. It was a mixture of shock, disgust, and disbelief that suppressed his anger. I am no one’s doormat. He told her plainly as his eyes narrowed on her brown though it disheartened him how much like a lie the words felt. Was he not losing everything he could possibly keep from anyone to Amy now? Didn’t X’yrin command him? She ordered him about however she saw fit… he glared up at the dog as his pride began to crumble beneath her hold.

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Amy Sunders · 10-06-2012, 01:41 AM

Jaden squirmed underneath him, trying to push away her affection. There was no need for it really. Amy wasn't going to reward a fool. She pulled back, admiring the defiance in his face. That was more like it. He needed that defiance to survive. The gasp kept her smirking. You haven't enjoyed yourself in a while, have you? Denied those simple things that make one happy. There's no reason for you to be so miserable. I don't care for it. You shouldn't protect the one that's doing this.

His body raised up, tensing as she twisted his wrist painfully. He was definitely alive and feeling right now, and things that were more important than the emptiness that she was sure was currently filling his life. You need to get out more. Her hand was grabbed to stop her, shaking her head sweetly at his action. Twisting her hand so it was clasped in his Amy shifted her hips. Really? Lie to me again. I think you're starting to sound truthful. Slipping her hand free she let it dance over his hips, and stopped. Where's the daggers I loaned you?

Jaden Ohanzee · 10-06-2012, 02:40 AM

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She heeded his demand mercifully. It was hard to admit but far less so after looking back on some of the other aspects of his being dominated. She did not fear him. She had no ulterior motive he could think of besides mercy on an obviously defenseless soul. Had he still been in the proper mindset to analyze her, he would have likely pinned that falsely as a show of affection. But as he was, he only felt shallow gratitude. For all that had seemed to betray him his own body giving without his desire would have been a brand new sort of pain.

She still sat on him even after releasing his manhood. The same claw used slipped into his in another alien show of affection. Her hips moved too but he did not struggle this time. He preferred she held his hand and teased with her hips than the alternative. But he didn’t answer her meaningless remarks or questions. Even slightly broken there were still pointless parts of his male pride that would not be disclosed lightly. Things like his last night with a woman. But he couldn’t dodge everything she said. When asked about the daggers Jaden could think of no reason to lie. Obviously she knew him to be lying thus far. To continue to do so would only paint himself as even more of a fool and insult his captor’s intelligence. They were… taken from me, his gaze wavered for a second as he felt shame for admitting it but soon enough returned to glare in a displeased manner at the woman. Taken because they were yours and because they represented our… friendship… it was the closest word he could think of, …taken by my alpha because she despises you. This would be the first time he spoke of her as above himself but it felt correct. With nothing else to say, he waited for a response from his captor.

Jaden does. Jaden speaks. Jaden thinks.

Amy Sunders · 10-06-2012, 01:36 PM

He remained silent to her questioning, standing against her. It was impressive that he was still able to keep silent through everything she was putting him through. Granted, it wasn't true torture. She didn't think he deserved that. Amy would just keep applying pressure until she received the answers that she sought. Her eyes narrowed as he disclosed with ease what had happened to the loaned items. They had not been his to lose. She had made it clear that they were only a loan.

Taken? You've become so weak as to allow that? Amy didn't care why they were taken. It could be because of their friendship, or because he'd been considered too weak to be able to handle such deadly items without harming himself. It was still proof of how far he had fallen. Disgust crossed her face as he continued. Your alpha? Your alpha? You spoke of yourself as a leader, but you're not, are you? Just a cute little puppet for the true leader to tug around. Unable to contain her disgust Amy pushed herself off him. She couldn't bear to look at him or touch him.

You're no warrior. Amy didn't meet his eyes as she spoke, walking across the room to near the doorway. She didn't want anything to do with him now. She hated that he'd grown so weak and useless. What there had been between them was shattered by that fact. Fine then. Pay me for the daggers and we'll never cross each other again. She didn't want to see such a weakened fool.

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