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High-functioning Hellhound
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 Posted: Sun Sep 07, 2014 1:43 am
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☳▶▷▶▷ＤＡＭＩＡＮ◁◀◁◀ ☳ ↙╔══════════════╗↘ Damian stood quietly in the shower, letting the water flow easily over his naked body. Each muscle stood out in high definition under his skin, in such a way that if he were not still in the throes of one of his attacks he could have been posing for a sculptor, one hand pressed against the wall and the other curled across his chest trying to still his thundering heart. It took him several long minutes to pull himself out of his daze, allowing his body to loosen and forcing the stubborn muscles back into a semblance of relaxation. Unfortunately for him, that would be the closest he would get for hours. Turning off the water he stepped out onto a mat in the floor, swinging a towel over his shoulders and drying himself in a set of jerky strokes, then tying the towel about his waist. He walked out of the bathroom and dressed quickly in a pair of black slacks and a tank top. He moved slowly into the kitchen as to not jar his muscles into attention once more. He moved quietly, not trying to sneak but with a concentration on his control. The attackes he suffered from were painful, forcing each wound he had ever felt on his body all at once in the same excruciating moment. He stopped at the kitchen door and sighed, having made it so far without incident. Then he saw Sakura rifling through his cupboards obviously hunting for food. He motioned toward the fridge and an old roll top bread box on the counter. "There is pulled pork in the fridge and buns in the bread box if you like. Eat your fill." He said from the door way, his left arm still crossed over his shoulder. ↖╚══════════════╝↗
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Ferocity into gentleness... stubborn into mentoring... Devastation into kindness.... Warrior Preacher of Peace and Righteousness to all. Thats what makes this angry monster into a man |
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Posted: Sun Sep 07, 2014 9:45 am
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Sakara
Sakara couldn't help but feel at home in the kitchen, true it wasn't the same as any of the others she had been in, but cooking was something she loved. She had the sense not to grab the first thing she found; since she didn't know her new Master very well it seemed much wiser to prepare something for him and hope he would allow her to eat as well instead of being caught filching the food. Her feet tapped quietly on the floor as she got herself acquainted with the kitchen, her movements fluid and graceful, careful not to disturb anything. Sakara's worries slipped to the back of her mind as ideas of what to make took over, the only problem being that she was unsure of Damian's likes. Busy trying to puzzle out which recipe would be the most likely to be accepted, she didn't notice her Master's quiet entrance.
Standing on her tiptoes so she could reach one of the higher cupboards, a deep voice cut off her train of thoughts. Retracting her hand, Sakara turned swiftly to face him, the ice in her pale blue hair glittering like crystals in the light. She was quick to process the fact that his tone wasn't angry, but it took a second for her to understand his words. She nodded mutely in reply, biting her bottom lip. Damian had gotten the brunt of her confused emotions yesterday: shy, angry, happy; and as if it wasn't bad enough to first entice and then reject him, she became distraught and he had comforted her throughout the night while she dreamt of another man. Sakara couldn't even begin to understand why her new Master had put up with it, none of her previous ones would have, and it left her at a complete loss of how to act in front of him. Glancing up at him tentatively with her beautiful sea green eyes, she noticed the arm crossed over his shoulder. Curious, she looked closer and could tell he was standing with surprising care, as if one wrong move would cause pain. Sakara's eyes widened in surprise, it was a stance she knew all too well, seeing as a few of her previous Master's made sure her entire life with them was in that afflicted state; yet she was sure that he had been fine yesterday. Sprinting over to Damian she reached out and touched his arm lightly, a look of concern lining her face. "What's wrong?" Sakara asked him softly.
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High-functioning Hellhound
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Posted: Tue Sep 09, 2014 9:46 pm
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Posted: Wed Sep 10, 2014 6:21 am
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High-functioning Hellhound
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Posted: Thu Sep 11, 2014 7:03 pm
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Posted: Thu Sep 11, 2014 10:54 pm
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Sakara
Sakara's first instinct when she caught sight of his hand in her peripheral vision was to flinch since she was much more used to being treated with violence than with care. Fighting against the urge, she managed to get away with just closing her eyes as he delicately brushed his finger over her nose. One eye peeked up at him the moment she realized he wasn't intending to hurt her. She couldn't help but wonder about her new Master that still treated her so gently even after she acted out so openly against him. His words brought an even deeper shade of red to her cheeks and she ducked her head down just as he moved to step around her. It didn't take long for her to be overwhelmed by the impulse to watch what he was doing. Just as she swiveled to face him however, she felt a sharp pain in her stomach, she had ignored it for too long and it didn't appreciate that very much. Sakara reluctantly took her attention off of Damian, giving into the not quite subtle insistence of her stomach that demanded she eat something. Stepping lithely over to the bread box he had previously mentioned to her, she delicately picked out one of the buns and closed it. Nibbling experimentally on the bread, the smell of coffee filled the kitchen and having only had one Master that drank it before, who happened to be one of her strictest owners, she knew very little about it. Roll in hand, she wandered curiously back over to her Master and grabbed onto his tank top without thinking. "What is it?" Sakara asked him inquisitively, first staring at the cup he was holding and then glancing up at Damian. Her head tilted adorably to the side as it so often did when she was curious about something.
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High-functioning Hellhound
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Posted: Sun Sep 14, 2014 10:00 pm
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Posted: Mon Sep 15, 2014 9:05 pm
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Sakara
Sakara watched with interest as he skillfully added in some milk and sugar to the drink. She was always eager to learn things about food, and since it was one of the few things that she wanted to do that was actually allowed, sometimes even encouraged by her previous Masters, she had become quite skilled at cooking. A hint of a smile appeared on Sakara's face as he explained it to her, bitter was a great way to describe her first owner, so it seemed quite fitting to her that he chose to drink his coffee black. Staring at Damian as he lifted the cup to his lips, she couldn't help but wonder if he was comparatively as sweet as he made his coffee. He presented her with kindness and had yet to punish her for her misdeeds, but he also showed his ability to order her and possessed the strength necessary to make her submit to his will. Sakara's eyes lit up when he offered to let her try it, not noticing the impish look on his face. At his next words however, she withdrew her hand and quickly took a couple steps back, as if his words had burned her. Despite his joking tone of voice, she didn't find it funny and her actions told him exactly how unwilling she would be. Refusing to look at him even after he told her he wasn't being serious, she just shook her head no to the proffered mug.
"Why?" Sakara asked him, her voice surprisingly strong for being little more than a whisper. "If you don't intend to use me as a slave, then why did you buy me?" She said a little louder, making it obvious how utterly perplexed she was by his actions. Any other Master she would have kept her peace, knowing she was nothing more than a pet or a plaything. It was true she hated those of her Masters that had been cruel without cause, not showing an ounce of compassion and taking out their anger on her even when it wasn't her fault. She had on many occasions tried to refuse or run away from such owners, but she hoped only for a Master that would show her a little affection and not be overly harsh. Yet Damian had held himself back when he was angry, let her have her own choices and didn't even get after her when she did something that even she felt she wasn't supposed to do; it was almost as if he was trying to treat her as an equal. With how she was brought up though, that thought was completely ludicrous. She attempted to come up with some other reason and could find nothing, which left her completely confused.
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High-functioning Hellhound
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Posted: Tue Sep 16, 2014 6:34 am
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☳▶▷▶▷ＤＡＭＩＡＮ◁◀◁◀ ☳ ↙╔══════════════╗↘ Damian knew he had messed up when she took that step away from him. Her words carried the weight of past cruelties with them to his ears. Something welled up in him that wasnt normally there and he became an odd mixture of angry and hurt all at the same time. The cup was set gently to the sink before he turned and looked in her direction with his eyes closed. Taking a deep breath he released it very slowly, a warriors breath to steady himself before the fight. Then he opened his eyes, like a pair of silver bullets, piercing and powerful, he fixed them to her face. "I have lived through the deaths of all those i held dear. My mother and father were killed before i was three years old. My best friend lays dead in germany because i could not carry him out. Instead he was left to a life of torture and hell when he was captured. He asked me to fulfill his last request and kill him so they couldn't." He looked down then. He usually wouldn't talk about Jack, but every question deserves an answer. He looked back up at her and took in her beauty once more. Then nodded as if assuring himself of something. Then he opened his mouth again. "I saw you in that catalogue, being sold as through you were some type of merchandise on a dime store shelf, and I told myself that I could rescue you from those cruel and twisted ******** who would hurt you. Why? Because the second i saw that picture I..." He rambled on until he had worked himself up into a near fury. He walked toward her as he spoke and though he knew in his heart that what he was about to say was so much more than true.... He couldn't shout at her. He closed his eyes and relaxed a little. He turned and walked back to the counter and leaned his back against it. He crossed his arms over his chest and looked at her again. "I loved you. And I still do. Even when you called by by his name, it hurt, But not as much as it hurt me to let you feel alone. We are more alike than you will ever know, both of us trapped in a prison of passion and power. The only difference is that your prison is allowing yourself to be called a slave. Mine is being a monster. Because me killing Jack was nothing. Not even the tip of that particular ice berg. And there are only a few things I hate more than myself, Letting myself be weak enough to make another suffer. And taking yet another step across that monstrous line." His eyes glazed over as he spoke and his voice cracked on his friends name. The tears brimmed but he did not allow them to fall. The absolute pain in his voice was deeper than most undeniable. But even then he hoped she saw that in speaking to her as an equal and treating her as such, he hoped to free them both. He closed his eyes once more and took a deep breath in. He released it and waited for her response. He was expecting her to slap him or something. He never let himself go like that before. To anyone. ↖╚══════════════╝↗
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Ferocity into gentleness... stubborn into mentoring... Devastation into kindness.... Warrior Preacher of Peace and Righteousness to all. Thats what makes this angry monster into a man |
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Posted: Tue Sep 16, 2014 6:11 pm
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Sakara
Sakara's eyes followed him as he gently set the cup down, an odd movement for all the anger and hurt she could feel rolling off of his body. As he turned back to face her, his eyes firmly shut, she began to doubt the wisdom of asking him such a question. Then his eyes opened, his piercing silver gaze resting on her and she felt two conflicting desires run through her mind; the first being to cower at his fierceness, the other to let her stubbornness take over and hold herself up defiantly. In the end, she found herself simply standing where she was, watching her Master uncertainly. Confusion was soon overtaken by sympathy as he laid before her his tragedies and she felt a small tug of longing to comfort him when he let his gaze drop from her. Sakara lowered her eyes when he looked up at her once again, taking in her appearance. The potential for beauty was there, but except for the exquisite dress she wore and the lithe way she walked, she wasn't much to look at. The grime from the slaveshop clung to her still and her hair was comparable to a bird's nest with how she had piled the tangled locks onto her head. She kept her eyes on Damian's feet as he drew closer, his voice becoming all the more fierce. She felt herself begin to cower away from his intimidating presence when he suddenly stopped, turned around and made his way back to the counter. His next words shocked Sakara into looking back at him, her heart fluttering wildly in her chest, followed by a twinge guilt when he mentioned her unwittingly calling out Rakazi's name. She felt his pain as he spoke of his past but grasped little else and though she did understand now that he truly was attempting to treat her as an equal she refused to accept it. Though it would take far more to free her of her 'prison' that she had never even wished to be released from, she no longer felt she could leave her new Master to suffer alone. Damian, after all, was offering her the one thing she longed for, a person that wanted to keep her instead of someone who would just break her and throw her away. It could very well be a trick as far as she knew, and it wouldn't be the first time either, but she didn't care. Sakara took a couple steps forward and flung herself at him, clinging desperately to his clothes. Biting her lip and looking shyly up at him, she asked anxiously, "Can I stay with you?"
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High-functioning Hellhound
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Posted: Tue Sep 16, 2014 9:37 pm
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Posted: Tue Sep 16, 2014 11:09 pm
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High-functioning Hellhound
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Posted: Wed Sep 17, 2014 11:54 am
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Posted: Wed Sep 17, 2014 2:39 pm
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Sakara
Sakara pressed herself closer to him, eyes closed, as she felt his fingers tenderly stroke her cheek. His light breath as he whispered into her ear sent a small shiver down her spine while his deep voice, full of compassion, soothed her restless nerves. Damian's next three words made her heart beat wildly against her ribcage, but the second he began to pull away, her eyes shot back open. In an instant she was filled with the irrational fear that he no longer wanted her, that she was just being played with or that he realized how stupid it was to confess his love to a slave. Sakara clung all the more desperately to the front of her Master's shirt, stubbornly refusing to be torn away. Then she felt Damian cup her face in his calloused hand and realized he wasn't trying to get rid of her. Almost warily, she leaned her head towards his hand, her tormented sea green eyes rising to meet his gaze. His promise, meant to ease her worries, however, froze Sakara in place, a look of utter terror slipping onto her face as unwanted memories forced their way into her mind.
Cruel fingernails trailed down her cheek, cutting into her skin and leaving a small stream of blood behind. "You shouldn't be all that surprised, my pet; after all, I only promised that no one else would harm you." A man told her in a cool voice, obviously amused.
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High-functioning Hellhound
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Posted: Thu Sep 18, 2014 10:41 am
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☳▶▷▶▷ＤＡＭＩＡＮ◁◀◁◀ ☳ ↙╔══════════════╗↘ Damion watched as the terror entered her eyes and her mind went else where. For a moment Damion wondered what she was seeing, then he descided that it was simply unpleasant enough to require a more drastic approach to reclaiming her mind for herself. He hardened his thoughts into a spear and hurled it into her mind, should his telepathic probe strike home it would effect her painlessly, but give him the ability to enter the vision she was trapped in. With himself materializing inside her mind, he would growl low as though he were some feral beast, HIs mental image of himself was the monster he believed he was, Cloaked in black and shadows like a true hell beast of older times. But he was out of her view as he would sweep his arm through the image of this master and then sweep her mind of all the foul things that haunt her waking nightmares. Damien's voice came softly as hims mental embrace would caress her terrified mind into peace, "No. No one will hurt you, not even me. This I swear." He whispered these words in her mind and his physical body as well. Though the voice in her mind was more powerful, deeper and rich with wisdom and power. It reverberated through her entire being and kissed her very soul gently with his essence. After he would clear her horrors away he would recede from her mind, retaking his physical body. He held her closely and stroked her hair to calm her, trying to let her know that the presence that just cleared all the bad things away was him indeed. ↖╚══════════════╝↗
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