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Breath came in rapid, shallow gasps, tongue flapping to the side as the beast galloped down the mountain path. It was far from even, rocks jutted out here and there, just enough to hinder his pace and keep it irregular. Lungs burning, his panicked heartbeat throbbing, desperately trying to keep up with the frantic canine. His eyes widened as his back foot landed on a loose rock sending him sliding down the steep incline, surely this would be where he would fall to his death. After all, he deserved to die, it was written, who was he to leave his Mistress to fend for herself in the afterlife. He was bound to her in this life and the next, her passing marked the end of his time in this life, he knew this, accepted it, yet here he was.... running. Somehow as the wolf tumbled down the path, head over tail, the world stopped. Something brushed his nose, he tried to make sense of the world that was once spinning him to his death, now eerily still. A stone floated past his face, no, that's silly, it rolled past... Oh, his brain finally catching up with his body, he was upside down, his back rested on the trunk of a tree, it had been his tail brushing his nose. He was facing the way he'd come, black spots clouded his vision as he slowly righted himself, a biting pain in his shoulder, he looked and could see red blood dripping from a small gash. Taking a few tentative steps, trying to assess any other injuries, the wolf sighed heavily, he was otherwise unharmed, a shame, it would have saved him a lot of self-loathing if he'd died just then.

Muscles shaking from the adrenaline, panting heavily, he started down the path again, taking it slow at first as he made sure he was still in one piece. His feet pounded the ground in an unnatural rhythm as he tried to avoid the rocks that littered his way, slowly gaining speed. This time, less frantic and more purpose driven, the charge of someone who knows their life has an expiration date should they be caught. He should be caught, his life was forfeit the moment he was born, this is how it was, you live to serve, should your Mistress pass before you, it's your duty to follow her into the beyond. All this had been drilled into him at an early age, he couldn't remember a time where he was governed by his own desires. Free will was an unknown concept to him, there was only those they served, the Mistress, his sponsor, his lady, his life. There was no memory of a mother or father, no siblings or cousins, only work, discipline, devotion. Everything in him urged him back, to join his Mistress in death, to lie beneath her and escort her to the land of the dead. By some bizarre twist, here he was, running for his life, a life he had no right to, a life he didn't think he wanted. Something inside him wanted to live, wanted to survive, something gave him the courage to keep going, into the unknown, far from anything he'd ever known.

As he reached the bottom of the mountain path the land opened up into a vast grassland, flat and barren only yellow dead looking grasses called the expanse home. It seemed to stretch out to the west, north, and east with no end in sight, no indication of which way to go, no signs of life. He sniffed the air, cautiously, hoping for a hint as to where he should go. Nothing, just the smell of dead grass and dirt. Suppose he could wander for days and days without finding anything and die of thirst... That would please his Mistress, for him to be punished and die slowly and in agony for his insolence. The thought reassured him a bit and haphazardly picked a direction, straight (north), a real daredevil this one. Trotting on into the unknown, the mountains behind him slowly shrank away as he made his way further and further into the desolate wasteland.

His gash still oozing as the sun reached its zenith, the harsh rays licked at his dark pelt, it soon felt like the sun itself was resting on him. The wolf could feel the blood drip, drip, drip, down from his shoulder, it stained the sand as he went. There was no reason to lick at the wound or even worry about it, maybe it would get infected and kill him, that would make the Mistress laugh at him when they met again. He could still hear her laughter, so harsh and shrill, like claws over slate, or a dying bird. He shook the sound from his head, she was dead, she would never laugh at him again. Something inside him broke at the realization, his eyes filled with water, he blinked it away, more water, he blinked again, still, the water came back. The beast had no idea what was wrong with his eyes, he stopped and rubbed at them vigorously with his paw. He looked through the blur, he didn't see any red on his paw, just a wet smear, well at least it wasn't blood... The water started to leak from his eyes, running down his face and splattering the baked ground beneath him. What was this, why was it happening, maybe he was dying! More likely it was the realization that would never see her again, happiness, freedom, but he didn't know or even have words for these, to him it was just a confused mass of chaos churning around in his head. There he sat, hunched over, trying desperately to staunch the flow of water from his eyes, rubbing at them with a white paw.

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Re: Someone save me, take me away from this awful place (Open)
« Reply #1 on: May 12, 2017, 10:48:55 PM »
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ooc; because why not let him escape hell and then meet a demon? writing to rap so lets see how this goes.
Sorry but you are not allowed to view spoiler contents.

liquid time roughly after her planned nardir trip before her joining DV, though depending on how rps go I might shift time.

DISCLAIMER: Carissi is a crap simply because its in her character to be crap.
It makes her fun to play; however anything hateful she ever says or does towards
a character is purely IC, cause I love everyone.

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She'd been having an interesting past couple of weeks, a real self-discovery journey of sorts. So now she was beginning to branch further and further out away from the den, it wouldn't be too long before she moved from it and never returned. In fact, at this point, Carissi figured she would only return to get her mother's skull before leaving permanently. Perhaps it was time she consider a pack, after all, Carissi had been weighing her options and it seemed the most mayhem could be sowed and enjoyed in a pack setting. Her skills and her burning fuel of hate and morbid curiosity were wasted in the neutral lands with the exception of toying with weaklings here and there. The thought caused her to look at the healing wounds on her shoulder and ribcage from her most recent fight, grumbling at the fact they would most certainly scar. The half-Bacchus woman shook her coat angrily and continued on, she was tired of the forest scene and decided to test herself in something new. Mother had always harped-- preached-- on adaptability and so Carissi was determined to show herself that she was adaptable and could acclimatize herself to anywhere she went without failure.

So she snaked out of her the mountains she had called home for her entire life, Whiteraine's skull still hidden safely away for now. Carissi was confident she'd live to return it to, or at least, that's what she kept telling herself as she began the descent from the mountains into the dead valley. The half-Bacchus woman was running potential prey opportunities through her mind when a scent hit her nose that she couldn't deny. Like a shark, the moment the blood hit her she fell into a frenzy, wolf blood, wolf blood... Eyes scanned the endless horizon to see if she could find the form that had deposited such a lovely trail of breadcrumbs for her. Though no figure could be seen past the tall grass, so instead she dropped her head to the ground until she found the actual physical blood drip trail to follow. It wasn't about subsistence then, it was about being a hunter and hunting down prey because it was there to hunt, it was hurt... The beast licked her jaws and swallowed hard, pupils dilated, muscles tense with excitement. Short tail swishing behind her, occasionally hitting intentionally into cobwebs just in case she decided to be a triage nurse.

Unlikely but who knew.

That's when she saw him, bleeding profusely from his shoulder it appeared but she wasn't certain, not from this distance. Large strangely shaped head cocked playfully, the vulture had locked onto the smell of death and was beginning to circle. The sobs of someone who had no idea of what they were doing echoed around them sung like an angelic choir to the woman as she approached. Head low, blue eyes sparkling with a destructive delight, salivating slightly, lumbering with a haughty gait. As she grew closer she could make out a pattern, fairly boring, brown like most wolves in the area, bleeding fairly badly, sobbing through blue eyes only shades lighter than her own. Whereas her eyes were deep like an ocean, this boy's were light like the sky above them in this hot plain. A gurgling growl escaped her throat which transitioned cruelly into a savage shrill laughter, like the screeching of an eagle. Her saunter, a swagger, tail high, oddly long ear erect despite the lowered position of her head. She was circling Beau now softly, looking him over like her next meal, curiosity brimming beneath the savage surface, bubbling up softly in her eyes. Eventually she would stop directly in front of his face, lowering her head even lower until her eyes were level with his meeting with a serious expression. "Why are you crying, little lamb?"

"It's a good way to attract... negative attention. Unless of course, you have a death wish...." Enter the big bad wolf.

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Re: Someone save me, take me away from this awful place (Open)
« Reply #2 on: May 13, 2017, 12:49:43 AM »
((For the record, I LOVE her))

There is was, clear as day, the Mistresses laughter, it echoed in his head as he attempted to staunch the flow of water that was running from his eyes. No, not in his head, nearby... somewhere... It still hadn't quite registered that the laughter was real until a voice tore him from his confusion. Eyes, looking at him, poking up from below, blue, like his but not quite, more sinister with a hint of something else. Her words trickled from her mouth like syrup, he backed his head away from the intruder, eyes still wet with tears. 'Deathwish' That was him alright, he wished to die, perhaps this slithery female would oblige him and make it quick. Mistress would find it amusing that he'd be killed by the first female he came across after he fled his destiny.

It's too late, I believe I am already dying. He quickly remembered himself, dropped his gaze from her and added Mistress. His training at work, she surely wasn't his Mistress but she was a female and he was there to serve her. She could do with him what she liked, it made no difference, he was on borrowed time anyway. He stood slowly, his tail lowered, though not tucked, his head bowed in respect. His eyes met the ground, his only view of her was her front legs, white paws meeting gray legs, red bands of fur, then, nothing. He had retained his lessons well, never look higher than the Mistress's chest, though the best menservants never look past their ankles. He scolded himself for forgetting and making eye contact with the mistress, and further for allowing the mistress to lower herself to his level. Stupid. He stood there dumbly, it was not his place to speak unless spoken to, he might be on the run but he would not forget his lessons. The last thing he wanted to do was dig his hole any deeper by disrespecting a mistress.

Like a statue he waited, a fly landing on his oozing gash, the wolf felt a sharp sting causing his shoulder to twitch, the pest took off but the sudden movement of his muscle opened the fragile wound to open back up, fresh blood leaked down his leg. He held out hope that this mistress would kill him faster than his soon to be festering injury, if not he would likely have to endure days of fevers and red hot pain as it poisoned his body.  He winced at the fresh pain but maintained his stoic stance, more training at work, only a slight shiver in his muscles gave away his weakening state. It had been over a day since he'd last quenched his thirst and he couldn't remember the last time he ate, he was running off of what little fat reserves he had. Still, he held his position, waiting, hoping, meanwhile somewhere deep down a voice screamed, a will to soldier on, to live, a tiny glimmer of hope. Deep in the furthest reaches of his DNA, he wanted to live, he just didn't know it yet.

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Re: Someone save me, take me away from this awful place (Open)
« Reply #3 on: May 13, 2017, 10:04:31 AM »
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ooc; carissi is one of my favorites, she's the daughter to perhaps my favorite character I ever played so she's special to me.

DISCLAIMER: Carissi is a crap simply because its in her character to be crap.
It makes her fun to play; however anything hateful she ever says or does towards
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The large woman had startled him, that much was clear and he drew back away from her with teary eyes. But that wouldn't do, it was in her nature to feel the need to set the tone of the situation so whatever he moved back, she moved forward in twofold to force into him. He was smaller, and wounded, so Carissi wasn't exactly afraid of retaliation in the form of anything from the brown male. Her Carolina blue eyes glimmering with a twisted delight, a small glimpse of the high she got from moments such as these. The saliva was dripping a little more heavily from her jowls now, slipping past nearly black lips onto the parched ground below; how nourishing. Carissi licked her lips softly, her body still posed in it's true "queen of everything" fashion as the boy finally spoke. That single gash on his shoulder and he thought he was dying? A flurry of mocking laughter slipped out of her throat, derision slugging out like slime in her statement, "Hardly," she paused for a moment. "Though it seems like you'd like to wish it was..." A normal creature might find a chill in their spine from the coldness of the tone cooed out in that statement.

His body language changed though, gaze adverted, and he stood, calling her 'Mistress'. Carissi's lips pulled up with an aghast expression, "I am not nearly old enough to be saddled with such an aging title as 'Mistress'," she liked titles of respect, but not ones that aged her prematurely. "Nor am I some whore slipping you from another, trust me, I've no interest." Typical when one noted what team she batted for, not that she found his color scheme all that appealing anyway. A clear message conveyed underneath the spoken words if Beau had enough capacity to read between the lines-- don't call Carissi Mistress, she doesn't like it and you won't like her when she's angry. She was interested in him, couldn't tell if he was stupid or bold, but something about him clawed at her curiosity. He stood there, like a well made-- albeit lanky-- statue and hung his head like a beat dog but there was no tucked tail. This was part of his nature, his character, and her blue eyes danced over him for several long moments before she grew somewhat irritated with it. Pathetic.

"My feet can't possibly be that interesting," purred like a kitten as it sunk it's claws into a new toy as a human stood by somewhere near going 'aww'. Every bit of saccharine sugary sweet laced into those words, but as quickly as it had oozed out of her mouth it was gone. Replaced by harsh vinegar and salt, Carissi liked submission, but she didn't want it automatically, she didn't want it because he was some sort of pathetic little man. She wanted it to be because she had broken him herself. Something dark in her snapped in that moment, almost insulted that he didn't even try, as if there was something wrong with just accepting his ready-made submission. Head would lash forward, large strong jaw open to grab the upper part of his scruff, hoping if she made contact to jerk his head up from it's bowed position, "LOOK AT ME YOU COWARD! I apologize that I'm not more appealing to view," like nails on a chalkboard, shrieking and then fading into something like the call of a madman in a horror movie. He was short enough it was an easy reach, though he may still have some spunk in him yet and dodge, Carissi didn't know.

Somewhere from the time she'd chastised his use of Mistress and the time she'd attempted to jerk him up from his current position he had reopened his wound. Again she could hear the steady patter of blood dripping onto the earth below, smearing the tall grass in a horrific mural. Lips were drawn back to show fangs, small eyes narrowed dangerously at Beau, Carissi was curious what this boy was made of, or what made him. So for a moment she would stand, head and tail high like the sun in the sky above them. A thought crossed her then, that this male was still bleeding and seemed somewhat intent on bleeding until death. His personality too, sang a song to Carissi that she wasn't about to turn off. "I could fix that, y'know..." A single eyebrow perked at Beau, "Unless you have a good reason I shouldn't?" Her favorite thing to do was dig at people's pain, and this one in particular seemed to have plenty to dig at.

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♫ ...I'm devoted to destruction
A full dosage of detrimental dysfunction
I'm dying slow but the devil tryna rush me... ♫


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Re: Someone save me, take me away from this awful place (Open)
« Reply #4 on: May 13, 2017, 12:46:13 PM »
The woman mocked his confusion, was this water from his eyes not an indicator of death? 'Hardly' Perhaps it was some reaction to the sun, it never occurred to him that it was his first taste at an actual emotion, the woman didn't seem to be bothered by it so as his training dictated, he shouldn't either. The tears slowly subsided as his emotions calmed, her voice stung but it was nothing he hadn't heard before. She suggested he wished for death, his answer was automatic, he never even considered that perhaps he didn't want to die. I only wish to please and obey. More training at work... some might even say brainwashing, the mistress' wishes are life, you do not exist outside of her pleasure.

B closed his eyes and nodded as she scolded him, she did not wish to be called 'mistress', he had heard of this before, some preferred to be called by other titles. It wasn't a stretch for his training, just new information. As you wish. By what shall I address thee? Lady, master, queen, alpha, all names he'd learned from other menservants, there was even one that liked to be called mother. B didn't judge, her wish was his command, he would obey just as he was taught. She mentioned her feet, he didn't understand what she meant by interesting, he slowly opened his maw to respond but as he did she lunged and grabbed him by the scruff, it wasn't the first time. She would probably feel the lumpy scar tissue from previous encounters, memories of previous reprimands, he had done something wrong. She screamed at him, called him a coward, insulted her own appearance. He must not allow the woman to think poorly of herself, it was his role to make her happy, to obey. He limply allowed her to reposition his head he readjusted his gaze and cautiously kept his eyes level with the female, yet he still avoided direct eye contact, letting his eyes hover around her muzzle. He kept his eyes soft, never stare at a mistress, her snarled expression did not unhinge B, he was used to it, she was the boss, he didn't need any proof. Oh no mistress, er.... miss? You are quite appealing I assure you. Indeed the most pleasing mis, er... woman, I have encountered today, and so fierce. You are very impressive... ma'am. I am sorry to have angered you, I shall remain like this if it is your wish. He stumbled over his words, unsure how to address the woman before him.

He knew his place, his training had been intensive, to say the least. The impressive woman stood before him, beautiful and strong, she held herself confidently over him, he could feel her eyes take note of his bleeding shoulder. Then she did something that confused him, she offered to fix his wound, surely she was joking. Or perhaps she was playing some cruel game, by fix she simply meant that if she took his life, it would no longer be an issue, fixed. That must surely be it, no mistress would ever offer to help an injured manservant like himself. This was his wound, inflicted by his own actions, like every wound he'd received from his Mistress, he would care for it in private and soldier through whatever pain is caused. Show no pain, no discomfort, only obedience and a desire to please the mistress no matter what. But this woman offered him help, he was still confident it was a cruel trick, he received no indication from the woman that she was anything other than harsh and cold-blooded. No matter her motives, his response was robotic, I have no reasons, I live only to serve. If it pleases you to fix me, it will be as you wish. He remained upright, head where the female had positioned it, his eyes soft, still hovering around her face but avoiding direct eye contact. He did not fear death should it be her wish, yet there was that tiny voice again, the will to live, screaming out, this time a tiny bit louder.

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Re: Someone save me, take me away from this awful place (Open)
« Reply #5 on: May 13, 2017, 01:43:59 PM »
[c a r i s s i]
ooc; dunno what you're looking for out of the RP, we can plot or we can go separate ways when this is all done lol.

DISCLAIMER: Carissi is a crap simply because its in her character to be crap.
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The moment she snickered at him for crying, he seemed to be confused and immediately stop. "You can't seriously convince me that you've never cried before." Her tone was almost confused, shocked at him for seeming to be unaware of one of the most basic bodily responses to emotion. It read on her face and her head cocked slightly, eyes narrowed cautiously, what exactly had she came across with this boy?  Though the words that droned out like a robot took her off guard but immediately it became clear what exactly she had found. Carissi had found a slave, a well trained one at that, away from whatever master it previously had and looking for purpose doing the only thing it had ever known. A weak mind, that is what they were, she knew this from Mother's stories, in her day she had captured many slave and dealt them with slavers that came to Imperium. Carissi understood this part of life well, and it had always interested her, that interest shone in her eyes as she looked over the lanky fellow. Certainly not a hard worker, though if he was alive he had been useful thus far in his life.

He was quick to nod and adapt, immediately snapping into the mode he'd been trained to, what shall he call her? The half-Bacchus pondered, "Well my name is Carissi," though she expected that this might be religiously off-limits, so she'd humor him and inflate her ego at the same time, "but if you must, I will accept Master or a conglomeration of the two." Master was the most common, from her understanding, and it was what her mother went by when it wasn't "M'Lady". Carissi didn't feel inclined to be called a "lady" in any sort of situation, so she stuck with the basics. It also struck her that her mother had been kind enough to save two children from slavery at one point and raise them, though Carissi felt nothing maternal and she wasn't sure what she might get out of helping this stranger. Only time would tell what she decided to do with him, she was a creature of many whims anyway, whichever suited her best the moment she felt like deciding would be what she chose. The red and grayscale had never been one to weight the options and dance around ramifications cautiously. Least, not in situations such as these she hadn't.

Luckily for Beau he responded well to her correction of his stance, but now knowing what she knew of him, Carissi wasn't surprised in the least. Instead she simply blinked, trying to pull her temper back into the depths of her and regain composure. But not too much, after all, Carissi wasn't a lady. Still he didn't look her in the eyes, it irritated her, but he looked up, and she was almost mad he'd done that. He just submitted, he just didn't even fight, he did exactly what was asked. Perhaps for someone else's world he would be considered ideal, but right now, him doing as taught was pushing Carissi's buttons in ways she didn't know they could be pushed. The woman swallowed hard and took a deep breath to steady herself and he began to speak in reply to her. Compliments, showers of them, though Carissi knew that they ment little in reality, her ego still basked in the glow. "Yes," sharp and demanding, "I would prefer it." Though if she knew him like she already did, 'prefer' would be equated with some affirmative gospel straight out of whatever twisted bible Beau was baptized in the name of. "And yes, I am quite impressive,"

a prideful sneer. "Bred from warriors to be formidable, bred for the sole purpose of being wanton destruction." Her head was high, her stance was God-like, but wherever she leads you Beau, won't be the gates of heaven. Carissi's life was going to end in fire and brimstone, and she eagerly awaited whatever dance with the devil she received. "And you, bred for?" Curiosity was eating at her. Out of love? Out of purpose? Out of rage and greed? Bred for slavery was the answer, but she didn't know that, not yet. Carissi shifted her weight towards him then, "I'd be more than willing to forgive your transgresion, you were obviously instructed differently by your previous lady..." a sweet coo, to see his reaction, to see if he would grovel. The monster licked her lips with delight.

Though his reaction to her asking if he was interested in being healed was what caught her interest the most. He would serve until he bled to death, he must have been drowned in the baptismal. Only if she saw fit to fix him? The woman mused for a few moments, he was pathetic, truly pathetic. She was disappointed that she herself had not broken him, and was curious if he was just dead weight on her travels. But my god how he amused her, how he beckoned to her, inflated her. Plus she was of the lonely variety right now, and as much as she liked to act indifferent towards the rest of the world, she loathed loneliness. "Hmmm, I'll heal you. No point letting you bleed, I only enjoy it when I've inflicted it myself." Truth at the very least as she beckoned for him to come near so that she could clean it with a few rough rasps before grabbing the cobwebs wrapped around her tail and deposit them onto his wound. "A temporary patch, for when we are closer to the proper herbs."

"Tell me, are you contented with this life boy?" It struck her he had no name, "Were you ever afforded a name?" Otherwise she'd likely continue to call him 'boy' and 'lamb' despite the fact he had age on her. Obviously on levels of mental maturity, Carissi had him in leaps and bounds. "You are quite obviously free of your previous bonds, have you not considered autonomy?" A more serious question, was he so broken that he could not be fixed to think for himself? Because Carissi wasn't sure she wanted to be a caregiver. Though she also wasn't sure she wanted to leave him to rot in the plains. Was it sympathy, or did she simply find him too amusing to waste? God only knows.

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♫ ...I'm devoted to destruction
A full dosage of detrimental dysfunction
I'm dying slow but the devil tryna rush me... ♫


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« Reply #6 on: May 13, 2017, 02:41:03 PM »
((Honestly, he's so broken it's going to take a while for him to figure out how to function as an individual. This was his intro so I wasn't looking for much, just getting some interaction for him. I'd be down for some plotting if you're up for it. Shoot me a PM and we can talk.))


When she ordered her name, B was lost, no mistress had EVER given her name to such a lowly creature. It dawned on him, only in passing, that perhaps, there was life outside of his training. But then she corrected, Master, it was a term he was familiar with, it was how he was taught to address his instructors, though never in conjunction with their given names. How odd, this woman was cruel and demanding like his Mistress but treated him like.... like she actually wanted him to speak for himself. That's absurd, no manservant was allowed such privilege, they obeyed, that's it, anything else was by the mistresses leave. Gears that long sat idle and rife with dust, began turning, reasoning the motives of his new Master. She preferred him to stand tall, he could do that, but think for himself, respond to questions about himself, that would prove to be a challenge. If she wished it, he would need to adapt and rise to her desires, he must please his new Master. That's surely what she was after all, wasn't it?

The Master confirmed his compliments and expanded on them, finally asking about his own breeding. Slow moving gears worked through the question, never had he considered where he came from, he only existed, there was no before... was there? I live to serve, was bred to serve, Master. This is what she wanted, right? Another shocking development, she offered forgiveness, never forgiveness, only punishment. Why did she wish to forgive his offense, he had done something wrong. This Master was full of new and confusing desires, it made his head hurt trying to keep up. Normally his only responses were short and direct, most of the time the Mistress didn't even hear or wait for a reaction, he had only known orders and scoldings. A two-sided conversation seemed almost cruel to the brainwashed fool.

Again, she questioned him, contented, that was never a word directed to him, let alone in reference to his existence. His life was to serve, what more is there, certainly no room for personal feelings or thoughts. If it is your wish for me to be contented, Master Robotic response. Now she wanted a name, he couldn't recall ever being named, his Masters before had called them by letters, his designated letter was 'B'. The Mistress had called him many things, usually in a fit of rage when he'd upset her or she'd simply had a bad day, to be fair, he deserved it for not making her day better. He'd once heard another mistress call her manservant, 'her beau', she seemed to ooze adoration when she called him that. At the time he'd felt nothing but now, remembering he felt a pang of discomfort rose up from inside his chest, longing. B didn't know the words for it but he longed for someone to care for him like that rare mistress cared for 'her beau'. I was called B, if it pleases, Master. Before he could stop himself, more words poured from his mouth, Or sometimes Beau, he lied, his heart hammered away rapidly under his ribs, never had he said such untruth before, immediately he added, only if it pleases, Master. He had remembered his training at least. Those old, dusty gears were really moving now, what had he just done? Should this woman find out that he had told an untruth she would surely punish him. Nothing in his training told him why those words fled so easily from him but at the same time as he said them a warmth filled his chest. Courage maybe, not that B knew anything about such things. His mind raced, for him at least, for anyone else it was moving at a leisurely jog. She pressed him further, her query confused the already fragile mind, 'free?' no, he wasn't free, was he? Surely this woman intended to control him and take him as her own, there was no such thing as freedom more a lowly runt like himself. Freedom was reserved for the female gender alone, males weren't afforded such luxury, at least to his limited knowledge. Autonomy? This word is unknown to me. Would it please Master? I will gladly oblige if it is your wish. Less robotic but still not his own response, something inside him was breaking down, this woman seemed to be wading through the fog, reaching the boy lost inside.

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Re: Someone save me, take me away from this awful place (Open)
« Reply #7 on: May 13, 2017, 03:54:55 PM »
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He was flabbergasted to say the least when she offered a name, Carissi saw something flicker in his eyes that seemed to not have a place in his brain. He was finally thinking, she had been the clock mender to get him ticking properly again. It seemed foreign to him, across his face, the Bacchus woman could sense that he was in a place he'd never been in before. Such a strange thing, to not even know the name of one's owner, to not even have heard it in passing. Of course everything about this male was strange, and her Carolina blue eyes simply viewed him with amusement as he floundered momentarily in thought. Perhaps he was still able to be broken, molded to fit a specific desire that Carissi did not possess. She could chip away all inadequacies, remold him, or fracture him. Only time would tell which, and perhaps, into what? But she saw, she saw that he was seeing for the first time a reality that had long since been an illusion to him. Like the fog had finally lifted, like he had finally found the light at the end of the tunnel he'd been stuck in. But now everything was bright and confusing and surely a creature of habit would stick to everything he knew before venturing out into what he didn't? The Banshee grinned devilishly, pleased with the inner dissent she was creating in the boy.

Again he was confused, had he never been allowed to simply have a conversation? Had there not been other slaves to confer with about his day? So unable to understand, to fathom such simple questions. One's lineage and reason for existing should be at least a moderate standing, he seemed to think he simply appeared from thin air. It took him a moment to reason out the question placed before him, but the answer was as robotic as expected, bred to be a slave. A whole life's purpose of knowing nothing more than doing as they've been told. Carissi pondered for a moment if she should continue to push buttons and question him, a lifetime of this would surely create dissonance and turmoil to go against. That would be cruel, to put him through such confusion... Which is exactly why the she-beast decided to do so. It may or may not help him out, but it would certainly amuse her to watch him squirm and fail to meet her standards and cower. He was reeling, she could see if, she'd offered forgiveness and he almost acted as if he didn't want it. A brow perked up as if to say 'oh yeah?' "Should I extend kindness less often then?" THINK BOY. ANSWER BOY. WHAT DO YOU WANT? Carissi wheezed a cackle out towards him.

But he was so.... helpless. Floundering, failing to answer her in a way she wanted and Carissi grew angry. Like a naughty child that had been given their way for too long-- which she was-- she slipped again into a tantrum. "BUT WHAT OF YOU? Are you so thick that you are unable to consider yourself in the equation? What do you want? Outside of me? Outside of a Mistress or Master? What pleases you?" She paused momentarily, and expected his reaction, "And I want you to say something other than 'whatever pleases me'." Teeth were bared, hackles raised, she couldn't comprehend how someone could be this broken. Instead she took it as mockery, as him antagonizing her. He spoke again and she listened calmly, 'B' wasn't much of a name, likely a designation to differentiate stock Carissi assumed. Though she was surprised when he spoke again, and she offered him a wild, toothy grin. Beau. The gray and red was about to repeat it when he fell back into robot mode. Maybe he really was this broken? "Beau," she licked her lips as she said it, "then I will call you that then I guess." How would he feel, getting to dictate what name she called him?

A motion of her head would indicate she wanted him to follow, heading more back towards the woods that they had both came from. "I have better herbs to heal your wound with back in the woods," Carissi paused, considering how she should talk to the boy, but she liked to make demands so, "Follow." Of all the things she'd said to him today, this one was likely the one he would understand best. A single word, a single command, no option, no question or need for a return or exchange of words. It would be what the fragile-minded male behind he was most comfortable with; likely pleasing. Again she sauntered, stepping calmly in front of Beau, he seemed to not be able to reason with the idea of freedom and wasn't even well versed in words that meant it. Though Carissi noticed something different about this sentence. It was somewhere between robotic and the blurt of a name, it interested her. "Autonomy, little lamb, goes hand in hand with freedom, you know that word right? Freedom? Autonomy means you rule yourself, make decisions for yourself, not be someone's servant. Like me, I'm my own Master, nobody has controlled me since I could best my mother in battle.  It is an option, out here in the neutral lands."

She'd look back at him softly then, looking to see what sort of reaction he might offer to that. "But you seem unfamiliar with the laws of the neutral lands, where are you from Beau? What happened to your previous Mistress?"

Previous meaning he, at least for the time being, had a new one.

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Re: Someone save me, take me away from this awful place (Open)
« Reply #8 on: May 13, 2017, 07:10:19 PM »
B stood passively as she barked at him, less kindness? His mind was awash with uncertainty, years of training had given him all he needed to know, the answer was simple. It slid from his mouth as easily as sap from a tree, in that is didn't, it stuck in his throat, he croaked an answer as quickly as he could. If it pleases Master. The words left a sour taste, there was something else he wanted to say, a sharp pain in his neck, a memory from his first year of life. He'd said something, something that wasn't right, powerful jaws snatched him up by his scruff and hurled him against the ground, holding his struggling form until he went limp. He winced at the flashback, it was if it had just happened, but it hadn't, he was still standing in front of his new Master, she had continued her barrage of questions, he missed the first bit, something about considering himself. The next question hit him hard, 'what do you want?', it echoed inside his head, 'what did he want?'. She was asking him, she wanted something other than 'whatever pleases you', she said so, he must obey his Master but obeying Master would violate the code. If smoke could come out of the wolf's ears it would have, his brain was on overdrive trying to reason out what this Master wanted from him. It would please me to have a drink. Master. Blood rushed to his face, some would call it embarrassment, B had no idea what it meant. It was the most selfish thing he'd ever done, the words 'it would please me' had never crossed his lips in that form before. He was sure the Master would punish him, maybe he could still join his Mistress in the afterlife. No, this was his new Master, he was bound to her now, right? Transferring of the men folk wasn't uncommon but never after a mistress had died, according to the code, he was dead, so if he was dead he couldn't belong to another.

'Beau' she said, she believed his untruth! Something bubbled up beneath his gaunt exterior, happiness, the corners of his mouth twitched, almost undetectable, he himself didn't notice it. The Master was not only giving him a proper title but, in a way, she allowed him to choose it. Things were moving inside him, like a slight breeze that was thinning the fog of brainwashing that consumed his mind. These things scared him, surely this woman was trying to trick him, she turned to leave, offering again to fix his wound, he cowed, leaning back on his haunches, reluctant to follow. She demanded, he obeyed, he returned to his stooped posture, head bowed, following behind her in silence, the dust kicked up from her heels made his eyes water. Whatever was to come from the Master, he deserved it, such nonsense, asking for water, telling untruths about his designation, he was bad and should be scolded. He listened as she explained about being free to choose your own destiny, it struck another chord, he lifted his head as she spoke, granted only an inch higher than his usual. At least now he wasn't breathing in dust. That feeling in his chest was back, longing, he ached for what she spoke, the ability to control yourself. Still, he didn't believe when she said it was an option for him, more tricks, she was trying to catch him disobeying to issue a severe punishment.

More questions, just when he had quieted his mind but Master wanted answers and it was his role to answer them. He thought for a moment before responding, he wanted to choose his words carefully, no more untruths but he also didn't trust her not to march him right back over the mountains and deliver him to his fate. Mistress is gone now, an, ... unescorted trip. Not exactly an untruth, she was dead, he failed his duty to escort her into the beyond. I traveled many days, over the mountains, from the west. LIE, he'd come from the south, he scolded himself and hoped the Master wouldn't detect the untruth. He didn't trust himself with any more details, he didn't want to lie but something in his mouth produced them without his permission. Lips drew tight and he held in the words, his gaze on the ground as they walked, still he maintained a more elevated head position as he obediently followed his new Master. A light grew, hope, it flashed in his eyes, perhaps Master was going to simply heal his wound, maybe today was not the day he joined his Mistress.

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Re: Someone save me, take me away from this awful place (Open)
« Reply #9 on: May 21, 2017, 07:22:00 PM »
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Re: Someone save me, take me away from this awful place (Open)
« Reply #10 on: May 24, 2017, 02:16:23 PM »
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      He gurgled out a reply, sharp and sickly as if it pained him to say, though his expression was as detached as ever. Though suddenly his eyes glazed, lost in thought before wincing, remembering.. Remembering what? HOW BROKEN WAS HE? The woman wished to inspect him for more cracks, though her rough handling would likely cause most of them. She didn't see that, she didn't consider that, only met the blue eyes of the boy once more, eyebrow perked as he reasoned her next question. It was clear, his mind burning, reeling to try and find an answer he'd never spoken. She was sure of it, sure that he'd never spoken it, his hesitation was obvious, he didn't know what would please him? How was he still alive? If he was this helpless Carissi wasn't sure she'd want him to stay around, after all, she didn't like children, and somehow this was worse than children. In a voice half-droned, half-real, water, a drink of water, such a simple request. Had it truly taken him that long to rummage through his physical needs and recognize that he was thirsty? His throat dry, longing in his mouth? "We will get water when we get back to the woods," a soft sound from her lips, simply because it was delivered in a matter-of-factly tone, no derision, a statement.

He offered a name and she accepted it, she had no reason not to really, unless she felt like being cruel. Maybe, had the circumstances been different, she might have been cruel, but she found it had no effect on Beau, he was already broken, and it bored her. She had too considered to push him until every piece shattered, snapped and she left him dead in the hot plains to rot. That would be too quick though, too humorless, the half-Bacchus woman found instead that she wanted to watch him falter and fail, Carissi wanted to watch him break his-self. The best part was the boy didn't realize he was the only one that could do it! She expected him to break, but a question was tickling the far reaches of her mind, was he truly broken beyond repair? Could he be salvaged? As they moved through the plains towards the woods she would glance back at him, a curious expression on her face. How broken was too broken to be repaired? How broken would she have to break someone for it to be permanent? Without a word eyes moved back to the path, the little henchmen in Carissi's head creating a plan to see how damaged Beau really was...

He listened, with curiosity, his head lifted ever so slightly higher as she spoke. But there was no reply, Beau was playing head games with himself, assuming Carissi was baiting a trap. Well.. She was baiting a trap but not the one he suspected, no, her trap would be either a very happy ending for him, or a cruel and unusual life; such matters of his own personal resolve would come up. Finally he spoke, in reply to her question about his Mistress and his past home, she noticed the blurt, the real voice at the end of his statement of directionality. "Is that soo?" she purred, though it was more like a saber growling than a housecat's hum. "Then we shall travel east yes?" Brow would perk as she turned her head back towards Beau, waiting to read his reaction, waiting to see what the blurt was. Was it a lie? A truth? A newfound boldness? Fear? Courage? They were coming near the wooded area now, and there was a small stream, "Looky there Beau, water, for you." Carolina blue eyes would stare hard at him.

"Tell me more about your old home? Tell me about your upbringing. I like to learn new things." Tell me how they broke you?
     

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Re: Someone save me, take me away from this awful place (Open)
« Reply #11 on: May 24, 2017, 03:45:09 PM »
B's new Master suggested traveling east, not exactly opposite his flight path, rather opposite the lie he'd spouted. Once again she had believed his lie, he nodded his head at her question and answered slowly, picking his words carefully. 'East is acceptable, Master.' He liked this lying thing, it didn't seem to have a downside. As the Master and the slave reached the wooded area and his new Master pointed out the water flowing in a small stream he decided to push the boundaries a bit. Without waiting for instructions to do so, he walked over and lowered his head, lapping up the much-needed water, it was cool in his parched throat and filled his belly. After he'd had his fill he turned back to Master, keeping his head up this time but still not making direct eye contact, he sat down beside the stream, ready to answer her demands... no, they were questions. Questions about where he came from, it took him a second to decide what to tell his new Master. The lying thing would probably do well here but his truth was probably just as difficult to hear as any lie he could imagine.

'It was very hot there.' he began with a lie, he needed to be careful not to give her enough information to recognize the place and take him back. The truth his 'home' had been fairly temperate with no real defining features unless of course, you count the forced slavery and village run completely by females. 'I am what my people call, a servant, or manservant. We spend a long time training for our benefactor, you see, they pick us as pups, not yet weaned and give specific instructions to our handlers as to how we should be taught. We are custom ordered to fit our Mistresses' needs.' He spoke of his upbringing almost proudly, and in some perverted way he was, there were many other males who were not as fortunate and as for the lowborn female pups... well they almost never survived. He hardly remembered anything about his first year of life, only the painful memories survived within his mind. Beau spoke only from the knowledge he was taught or learned as a two and three-year-old. In truth, and unknown to B, he was quite lucky to be alive at all, he had been the smallest of his litter and it usually went without saying that the runt was always abandoned. His Mistress had taken a liking to him, speaking out for him and demanding he be trained. 'We spend one year being trained for our hosts and are inspected at the end, if we please our Mistress, she takes us home, if not....' He trailed off as the memory hit him, there had been one in his class, one he didn't remember except for the howling and whimpering as one by one the hosts bit and scratched at him. He had been older and B did recall a mention of it being his second year in training, which was practically unheard of. It had been horrible to witness, by the end, all that was left was a bloody corpse that was left in the square to rot, not even the birds were allowed to pick at his bones. My Mistress was very high ranking and I served her well He said again proudly. She was quite wonderful. More of his training at work, truth was, she was perfectly wretched and B had been treated much worse than some of the others in his field.

B looked at his injury on his shoulder, the cobwebs now stained with the blood still oozing from his wound. He wondered if Master would repair the damage like she'd said or if it was part of whatever game she was playing. Would it please Master to repair my wound now? He was changing, slowly, without realizing it even, lessons that had been throttled into him were beginning to blur, much like the cobwebs on his shoulder were slowly turning from white to red. He was still oblivious to Master's intentions but the things she said were like grains of sand that were being caught in his gears, clogging up what was once a finely tuned, obedient slave. Much more of this thinking for himself crap might cause the whole system to shut down, then what happens?

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Re: Someone save me, take me away from this awful place (Open)
« Reply #12 on: June 12, 2017, 05:02:01 PM »
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       He seemed excited to be traveling opposite the direction he gave her, as if she would be stupid enough to just walk a missing slave back into a pack and think it would be taken well. The grayscale and red woman simply scoffed at the thought and grinned deviously to Beau, "Better be Beau." Acceptable? Suddenly it worked for him? Was he unraveled from his training this easy? Carissi would watch him, face finally stoic at the boy, still deciding what she felt about him. A free slave, originally broken, Carissi had awakened something else in him. It seemed at first she might cause a self-destruct, the idea appealed to her, but now it seemed she was helping him get better. Did she really want him to get better? She could always help him get better and then break him herself, the proper way... But did she even need a slave? Did she need to break him and leave him to suffer again, lost without a Mistress? As he trotted up to the water without asking and took a sip she considered more...  Why help him to let him go? To better him? Carissi wasn't a effing saint, she didn't want to be, chaos was fun to her. Her expression betrayed her anger in the moment, but not at the boy so bravely drinking, but at herself.

She wanted to hurt him, didn't she? To make him suffer? Yet she found more amusement in watching him come into himself? WHY?

Goodness wasn't in her heart, not like mother who raised dirty slave children as her own. Carissi was scowling when Beau finally answered her question about his old him, starting off sounding very bold. The Bacchus mix could tell the difference in tone of his statements, though she was still in the dark as to the devious meaning of it. Liar, liar, pants on fire!Hot? How utterly fascinating. A bored eyebrow perked before he started into his next sentence with a more even tone, though the words he said were interesting to the blooming demon before him. "Custom ordered huh. Works well unless she kicks the bucket, then a slave is left molded for one woman and her only. What happens then?" 'Unescorted trip my ass, bitch is dead.' A devilish smirk towards Beau, did they just throw him out like garbage or was he supposed to take the trip with her? "Seems like a waste of skin to only train for the needs of one woman. To only be able to serve one "Mistress", especially for the boys that don't make the cut to begin with. Sounds like they could use some direction in how they handled their slave-- hum, servants..." Steely Carolina blue eyes would meet Beau's sky blue ones, we could go back, the look dared.

But the moment passed quickly, moving on to Beau's question about fixing his shoulder, Carissi nodded softly looking at the slight cobweb patch she'd placed on it. "No," a contradiction to her just nodding, likely to confuse Beau for a moment, "I get no pleasure out of it," she'd remove the cobweb calmly and re-clean his wound, blue eyes searching for the plant she sought.

"But it would please you, and you want that don't you?

You just don't know how to say it, suggesting it as if it was my whim instead..."


Those ever searching eyes found something that would work, lovely vibrant marigolds, calendula. The half-Bacchus would draw them up from the ground, chewing them to create poultice. "My whims are opposite to your aid," a truthful statement, though her decision about him still up in the air, wishing to know more first. "I'm simply interested to see how you react to this extra freedom that I've afforded to you." Keep up the ruse, keep up the Master play, throw down that card every time he gets a little to overzealous.

Carissi was determined to push buttons haphazardly until she hit one that intrigued her.
     
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Re: Someone save me, take me away from this awful place (Open)
« Reply #13 on: June 26, 2017, 08:42:34 PM »

The boy winced as Master played her game, her eyes danced at an unspoken dare to return him to his village. Though he couldn't deny that's what he deserved, he'd abandoned Mistress in her afterlife, leaving her to soldier on without him. His eyes went blank as the shame came back to him, mannerisms drifting back to his training, lowering his head and training his eyes on the ground before the Master as he spoke. Most often our host lives much longer than we do due to the care we give them throughout their lives. It is rare for us to lose a Mistress if it does happen.... B swallowed hard we are often required to follow them. It has been known for us to be passed down to and female offspring she may have or a higher ranking female may take us for herself. This, of course, normally requires more training. Master.

B took a deep breath and his muscles relaxed, slowly lifting his head again as the Master removed the temporary bandage, a twinge of pain accompanied the removal but he remained stoic. He'd missed her contradictory nod as his eyes were still cast downward. However, her denial of action followed by action stalled him a bit, blue eyes full of confusion and questioning, flashed to meet hers for the first time before darting away rapidly.

He nodded slowly as she called him out, he did want her to fix his wound, it was selfish and he didn't deserve it. Fog rolled back in through his finely tuned brain, his training did not allow for selfishness, only the Mistress's desires were allowed. B felt.... guilty, this feeling he knew well, though normally it wasn't from an actual infraction, most often it came after not anticipating his Mistress's needs which caused her to lash out and punish him.

You're right, Master, I am selfish, I apologize. You were very kind to afford me such freedom and I took advantage. His training, it seemed, was sliding back into place as his mind wandered to the time before. The shame of his leaving his Mistress was like an overtired mother tucking her child back into bed for the fifth time, tightening the blankets around him just a tad too tightly, restricting his mental movement. It held him back, kept him in line, serving to keep him firmly in his training, undoing some of the unraveling his new Master had accomplished.

The brown boy stood there, like a statue, and empty, hollow statue. He waited for his new Master to do as she wished with him, a tiny glimmer of something still there, hoping she would help him but mostly he was full of shame and regret at the memories that drifted through him.



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