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Post by catch22 on Jun 11, 2011 10:27:04 GMT -5
Torn moved through the den area. Many of the dens were in much more private areas, but he hadn't been ordered to do anything. He assumed that if any of the other pack members wanted to have him do anything they would order him. Granted they were usually menial tasks, but he was a slave, and there were too many in the pack for him to escape, even with his leg being more healthy than usual. So here he was.
He sat down in an area with a few co-joining dens. With luck no one would notice him, it was fairly nice weather, he might be able to enjoy it. His mind wandered back to when he was wandering around the countryside. In a way he could prefer this over wandering. He was a slave, sure, but he was eating more, was much more comfortable in a more permanent den. But he couldn't get over it. He was a slave. He sighed. Then he heard another wolf. Perking his ears, Torn stood up, and he turned.
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Post by lyta on Jun 11, 2011 11:09:07 GMT -5
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Lyta cursed inwardly as the wolf turned around and saw her. Sure, she realised her tracking and stealth skills were not exactly genius-standard, but she thought they were better than that.
Or maybe she didn't- after all, she knew they weren't overly good. That was why she wanted, and needed, the practice. Or at least, she was telling herself that she had been following the wolf because she needed stealth-skills practise. It had nothing to do with the way she had turned as she had spotted him, been intrigued by the way he walked and the way the sun shone on his pelt. Or that invisible, silent, strong hook that had yelled to her, look!
She hadn't listened to what the rest of the hook said, because she ignored it. Now she was up close, just the sight of the wolf annoyed her. He was pretty pathetic. Plus, just looking at him made her emotions tumble to the point at which she got really rather aggravated with whatever it was about this stupid wolf. She didn't like him much- at all, really.
She scrambled for her pride, and to her annoyance found that the arrogance always available for her to draw upon and present as casual confidence to the world had.... well, it had gone. She swore again inwardly and threw up a façade, melding her features into a mask. With her natural confidence in tatters, she instead pulled herself up, letting a cold, fiercely arrogant face show to the world.
"Hello," she greeted him imperiously, then let a frown trickle through into her expression. "Who are you?"
She knew, of course- the Cadre's new slave- but the scathing question was her way of buying time while she worked out what it was about this wolf that annoyed her so much. Either way, whatever he was doing to her emotions- probably some little-known power- she hated him for it. She held her tails high above her head, lashing them furiously.
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Post by catch22 on Jun 11, 2011 11:34:41 GMT -5
Torn saw the wolf that was behind him. It was the first wolf he had met in the Cadre. Lyta he believed was what others called her, but he still called her red-soul as that was the title he had given the first day he had met. In his mind it was almost more appropriate, both her pelt and her personality fit better.
"Who are you?" He sighed inwardly. More of a put down, that he could do nothing about. "I am Torn, remember Red-soul?" Torn inclined his head, she wasn't amused right now, she rarely was it seemed. In a different time and place he might have thought it almost cute, in a mildly scary type of way. No, that was not anyway to think about the Cadre, he had already gotten some bruises after relaxing a little in the Rhia's, the Master's, presence.
"May I help you at all Red-soul?"
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Post by magispar on Jun 11, 2011 15:33:57 GMT -5
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Lyta took a step back as he introduced himself. "I.... I remember you," she replied uncertainly. Then she pulled herself together, stood straight, and gave him a rare grin. "I remember you!"
Torn inclined his head, and without thinking Lyta mirrored the move, lost in thought. That explains why I felt pulled to follow him. Yes. It must have been that. I remembered him, but couldn't pinpoint it... so I was curious, and wanted to find out more. Yes, I felt that. Nothing more sinister than that. What a relief.
I had known the Cadre had a slave, but I didn't know it was Torn!
She had always disapproved of slavery; now she made up her mind to take up the lupus' cause with Rhia. How the alphess she'd once admired and had respect for had lowered herself to the level of slavery, the Lyxxus could not fathom. Torn and Rhia had both seemed nice enough wolves every time she'd spoken to them in the past.
Lyta shook her head as though she might dislodge such weary thoughts. Wolves were just crazy beings, that was the only explanation.
She curled her lip as he asked if he could help her. "Since when were you so servile?" the red wolf wanted to know. "I may not remember you perfectly but the Torn I met wasn't like this. How did they enslave you anyway? Couldn't you just chuck rocks at them 'till they went away?"
The red wolf shook her head. The world was a sorry place, it was true. She almost chuckled at her own thought; now I really am beginning to sound old, even to myself!
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Post by catch22 on Jun 11, 2011 17:32:57 GMT -5
Torn raised head a little. Why was he so servile? He didn't appreciate having the shit beat out of him, he thought that was a pretty good reason. He moved to the side a little had sat down, apparently she just wanted to talk. She didn't seem very sure talking to him for some reason, like she wasn't used to slaves. Heh, probably since Rhia hogged him as a personal slave usually.
"There are... limits to what I can do. It wears me down mentally, even to the point where I pass out using my skill." The Torn she had known? He wasn't aware anyone took any interest in him. He took a discrete scan of Lyta. Small, well toned, sharp eyes. And of course red as a flame.
He sighed in his head. What was he even thinking, he wasn't supposed to think. "Do you need something Red-soul? I can clean your den, or.. or... " He realized he sounded a little more pleading than he wanted to, after all, she wasn't treating hand him like dirt, and he almost wanted to spend more time with this one. If he didn't he would have to go back to the Master, and she was so unpredictable.
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Post by lyta on Jun 15, 2011 12:09:22 GMT -5
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Lyta shifted her paws and stared at him as he raised his head and didn't answer her question.
She was intrigued to find out more about powers- they had always fascinated the small red wolf- but she was more focused on the point in hand.
"Do you need something Red-soul? I can clean your den, or.... or..." his voice came pitifully.
Anger blazed through Lyta. Nobody should be reduced to that! "I need you to stop talking like you're a piece of dirt and you're scared I'll scrape you off my paw!" she snapped back at him. "And apart from that, I can do my own den-cleaning, thanks! I'm not a cub!"
She stood straight, glaring at him. "Haven't you got any self-pride? Why do you let people do this to you? Don't you even care?"
Spinning around, she made to stalk off, then thought better of it and whipped around to face him. "And I don't know what power you're using to mess with my emotions, but stop making me want to follow you around!"
With that she snorted at him and turned around again, flicking both tails as she moved away.
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