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Kaena encouraged her further but this time with a little more emphasis and power. Vieira's ears fell back against her head as she shuffled into the bedding after the woman. She was trying to find a safe place in her mind to go should Kaena want to touch her still sensitive areas, should she want to hurt her again, but it was hard to find a place. There were little in her mind that would protect her. Astaroth had never given her an inch of a safe feeling and left her in a constant fear and pain.
The woman put her nose to the ground and felt the soft blanket beneath her and slowly let her side find the cave floor. Being in two separate forms, Vieira felt like a pet dog more than anything. Just a pet that shared a bed and warmth with it's owner for the night before it was set loose. The woman noticed these blankets were warmer than the ones in her own little room and she did not get much closer to Kaena, perhaps a few inches between them, but she continued to remain submissive. Her body angled back slightly and her back legs spread a few inches submissively to expose herself as a scared animal would. She was not asking to be touched, but that she was controlled by whatever Kaena wished to inflict on her, hoping the idea of it was good enough and an action would not need to take place.
The slave had no idea, could simply not wrap her mind around the fact Kaena was trying to be nice to her and instead convinced that in some twisted way her punishment was still going on.
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[html] | http://sleepyglow.net/rp/kae/kae_razor.jpg); background-position: bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat;"> The smaller canine wordlessly climbed into the bed with the elder hybrid, and settled down slowly, fearfully. She was obviously still expecting of some more punishment from the silver-furred werewolf, who could hardly even remember the offense that Vieira had committed in the first place, if there even had been one. There was the dream, and Haku's face imprinted on her mind for eternity—above all else, that sang and screamed to her, his mocking blue eyes and maniacal laughter. As the other coyote settled next to her, the hybrid realized they were not touching; the smaller canid had left just the slightest bit of space between them, enough so that Kaena could certainly feel her warmth, but there was none of that unwelcome connection Kaena could not handle.
The coyote could not encourage Vieira to turn around and face her, or anything; she simply laid her head down next to the coyote, pushing forward just slightly so that her nose was almost touching the longer fur about her neck. The hybrid inhaled the other woman's scent, her half-lidded golden eye regarding the back of the other canine's head, pondering how easy it would be to reach around and crush her throat, erradicating all external knowledge of what had occurred this morning. Only Kaena would know what had transgressed this morning, then—only she would have to live with the awful knowledge of what she'd done.
One silvery hand lifted from the stone of her bed, and the hybrid extended it over the other canine, hovering it over the tawny-gray fur of her shoulder for a moment before placing it there, quelling the tremble that had risen in it to stroke the other canine's fur softly. Her touch was entirely different than it had been before; there was no element of sadism to it, no intent to hurt, no edge of sexual desire—this was simple comfort, and the hybrid mouthed the words I'm sorry to the fur of Vieira's neck.
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