Eli
Rogue Werewolf
Vampire Slave
I'm so tired of being here; suppressed by all my childish fears.
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Post by Eli on Jun 25, 2006 0:40:21 GMT
Eli’s green eyes — now not so vivid with the wolf, and distinctively duller, all things considered — watched her leave, and he winced slightly as she slammed the door. Untangling himself slowly from the chains, he checked himself for injuries… besides the damage Katrina had done to bring his wolf to the surface. The burn on his chest would fade, and the bite on his neck would heal over; it was nothing he hadn’t had before, and all things considered, it was ‘light’. If he’d bruised or battered himself in his struggle, he barely even felt it.
Swallowing dryly, he looked to his ‘breakfast’, knowing he had to eat in order to rebuild his strength, if he was going to get through the second — worst — night; it was what made him reach for the plate, dragging it closer to him, in order to pick up the bread, intending to take his time, so as not to overdo it. Pulling off a piece and chewing on it, he stared down at the meat, unable to keep himself from thinking on its origin… before deciding it was best not to wonder on it at all. The less he knew, the better.
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Eli
Rogue Werewolf
Vampire Slave
I'm so tired of being here; suppressed by all my childish fears.
Posts: 122
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Post by Eli on Jun 28, 2006 23:27:48 GMT
After managing to finish his breakfast, he untangled himself uncomfortably from the chains, and pulled himself to his feet, thankful that his pants seemed to be holding in place. Picking up the tray and cloth that had held and covered his breakfast, he headed for the stairs, with a slight limp in his right leg. He favoured it, but tried his best to ignore it, until he could get back to his room.
Heading steadily up the stairs, tray and cloth in hand, he glanced to the scattered chains one final time, before reaching the door and moving through it quietly.
Continued in: The Kitchen.
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Post by Katrina on Oct 31, 2006 0:22:40 GMT
Continued from: The Front Lobby with Eli Moving to the wall, Katrina looked the man over quickly. The wound in his back from her knife and the one on his face were bleeding still - oozing and angry red. Her boot heel marks were already fading. "Amazing what silver can do..." She touched a line of blood that had run down his cheek, licking her finger. "Shame it's probably too shallow to scar. Ah well." She patted Eli's other cheek while she propped his form against the wall, reaching for the first chain. "It'll sting either way - for a while."
She decided to go with the neck first, just laying it over his shoulders without latching it. The right arm manacle was by her hand. She moved it to his arm and buckled it in - then hissed as the body's feel before her changed. His eyes opened, and Katrina's fangs bared in return. She had a second to move or be mauled before she could buckle a second chain on Eli.
Katrina wasn't about to risk her pretty form. She moved like lightening backwards.
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Eli
Rogue Werewolf
Vampire Slave
I'm so tired of being here; suppressed by all my childish fears.
Posts: 122
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Post by Eli on Oct 31, 2006 0:35:05 GMT
The eyes were only the human, soft green for a moment, before they blazed. Groggy though Eli was, the moon was strong, and controlled him again before he had a chance to think about what had happened. Like a fierce wave, the change overcame him again, and as a bestial, half-and-half roar tore out of his throat, he lunged, only the manacle on his right arm holding him back.
It snapped his body backwards, almost causing it to slam against the wall, and he snarled as he finished reshaping, jowls raised to show his large canines. His left eye had closed again, the blood stinging it and making it uncomfortable to use, even for a moon-controlled werewolf. Jaws parting, he let loose with another roar at the vampire, and tugged viciously on the chain, snarling when it wouldn’t come loose.
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Post by Katrina on Oct 31, 2006 2:22:08 GMT
Katrina hissed, but wasn't too concerned. The manacle was on and tight. He'd not get out of it, and the night would be over soon. She stood just out of reach, watching the wolf calmly. That would enrage him even more, she knew.
After a moment, she turned her back on the wolf and went over to the other wall. She ignored Eli's raging and calmly examined the other sets of manacles... Katrina was prepared for every possibility. The human would more than likely become a wolf tomorrow - she'd need him away from Eli. She'd leave Eli down here tomorrow - she'd explain the rules then. Rubbing her hands together gleefully she gave Eli a wide berth and went back for the human.
In a matter of moments, she had him chained. These chains were adjusted small enough to hold him there - tomorrow she'd adjust them so that they were big enough for the wolf... or maybe she'd leave them too tight.
There was fun to be had... "Shut *up*, Eli." She calmly walked back up the stairs - planning to return just before dawn. Eli would be human again, they could....talk.
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Eli
Rogue Werewolf
Vampire Slave
I'm so tired of being here; suppressed by all my childish fears.
Posts: 122
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Post by Eli on Nov 4, 2006 23:24:22 GMT
As the vampire headed back up the stairs, he wrenched hard on the chain again, fully transformed once more, and roared as loud as his lungs would allow. His throat felt a little raw from all the use, but the wolf didn’t care, bellowing after her even when she was no longer in sight. He wanted to tear into her, rip her limb from limb, and paint the walls with her cold, dead blood.
Snarling, he tried to yank himself away from the wall again. A burning started in his shoulder, but he could barely feel it, let alone register it, his rage having overwhelmed him as the moon rose higher and higher.
Smelling the blood across the room, he turned blazing eyes in the direction it was coming from, saw his prey from earlier, and focused his efforts on trying to reach it. It had been stolen from him once. He was determined not to let it happen again…
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Post by Katrina on Dec 1, 2006 1:03:25 GMT
Katrina stopped at the top of the stairs, looking down at Eli's futile attempts to get to the other man. A smile curved along her lips as she watched. There was still such a thrill in watching him struggle. And she was going to get to train another one. Her eyes gleamed and she turned, walking slowly back down the stairs.
Going to a wall, she reached for one of her favorite toys. A long leather bullwhip with a small metal ball on the tip. Watching Eli strain and growl, she waited... and then cracked it. The wolf would remember that sound. And it would try to kill her. Katrina laughed softly as the crack rang out - and then before it could turn, she snapped the whip over her head with a loud laugh. If the human woke up, he could join in.
This was going to be the start of a *fun* few days.
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Eli
Rogue Werewolf
Vampire Slave
I'm so tired of being here; suppressed by all my childish fears.
Posts: 122
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Post by Eli on Dec 2, 2006 20:13:00 GMT
The wolf did indeed recognise the sound, the crack through the air causing his scruffy ears to flatten down as he displayed his fangs in indignation. How dare the creature threaten him? He was more powerful than her! He was raw, brute strength, and she was nothing but a cold, dead insect, and he would enjoy tearing her apart with his—
His lunge was snapped short by the strong chain, and he roared in furious complaint, tossing himself through the air again and again, ignoring the sting and ache of his shoulder as it was jerked over and over again. The wolf wouldn’t stop until it could clamp its jaws around that disgusting body and rip.
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Flynn
Rogue Werewolf
LAPD Technician
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Post by Flynn on Dec 3, 2006 5:57:03 GMT
Flynn came around slowly, only halfway back to consciousness when he wished that he hadn’t woken up at all. Not only was he in rather large amounts of pain, but that noise. It sounded like some sort of angry animal. And why was he lying on something so hard? It felt like a bare floor… And why exactly did he hurt like he did? The last thing he really remembered was heading to the store for coffee…
That was when it hit him, the memories rushing back in a flood and suddenly the darkness seemed both comforting and terrifying. He opened his eyes and pushed himself up into a proper sitting position, currently not looking around him. He really didn’t think he wanted to see.
Instead, he reached up to straighten his glasses, which were askew and stopped when chains rattled with the motion. It was only then that he realized that the situation was worse than he had actually thought. He was actually in chains. He looked up now and immediately wished that he hadn’t…
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Post by Katrina on Dec 6, 2006 0:17:43 GMT
Katrina heard the chains rattle and looked over at her new toy. "Ohhhh." She walked over to him slowly - a careless crack of the whip in Eli's direction just to anger the wolf that much more. She knelt beside the human, waiting for his eyes to look up at her. "Hello little man." She gave a fanged smile. "Welcome to my home." She bowed fluidly. "That is Eli. Of course, he's a little out of sorts right now..." She cracked the bullwhip again - catching the wolf's side. "He'll be himself in the morning." Kneeling next to Flynn, she straightened his glasses for him. "Is that better?" She crooned. "My name is Katrina Lemuiex. You would do well to remember it - for it is all you'll need to know from now on."
Her bullwhip snaked out and cracked over his head. "You now belong to me. And tonight, you will learn what it is to be my dog."
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Flynn
Rogue Werewolf
LAPD Technician
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Post by Flynn on Dec 6, 2006 21:29:13 GMT
Flynn couldn’t help but flinch as the whip cracked. It was one of those sounds that if you had never heard it, you didn’t want to and if you had, you never wanted to hear again. Never mind that he had pulled back as far as he could when she had reached out to straighten his glasses, not managing to get very far since he was so close to the wall.
This was insanity to him. It was really the only way he could describe the situation. “Your dog?” Now that, he felt, was insanity.
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Post by Katrina on Dec 8, 2006 23:31:52 GMT
Surprise and laughter bubbled through Katrina's body. The wretch had no idea. Oh this was going to be fun. She stayed close to him - her green eyes looking straight into his face. "Yes, my dog ... Flynn. You will be my dog." His ID had been in his possession, and Katrina liked to know who she was acquiring.
She pointed across to where Eli rampaged. "You see that? He's a werewolf. And these - " her hand reached out to his wounds - her fingers squeezing the torn flesh. She licked her fingers right in front of his face. "These wounds were made by him. So you - " her eyes shone - "are now wolf. And you are mine."
She gave a laugh and walked back over to Eli, snapping the whip over his head. "Come morning - " her voice echoed off the basement walls - "You can ask Eli all about what it is to be mine.. and what it is to be a dog." She stood just out of reach of the snarling mass, a smirk on her face.
Walking back over to Flynn, she said, "Now do you understand me? And remember - use your manners. Or I'l have to teach you some."
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Flynn
Rogue Werewolf
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Post by Flynn on Dec 9, 2006 23:48:21 GMT
Flynn hadn’t even noticed that the wounds across his back also went around to his side, but he certainly realized that now. As if he hadn’t been hurting enough before, now it felt as if someone had just plunged a knife into his side.
He had listened to her as she spoke, his mind keeping up a mantra the entire time of This is crazy, this is crazy, this is crazy… He didn’t actually say it, but it was probably written all over his face.
At her question, he really almost did say that it was crazy. That she was crazy. Though he could occasionally slip and say something stupid, he was usually pretty good at holding his tongue. Considering that he was currently chained to a wall and she had a whip in her hand, he thought now was definitely the time to watch what he said. “I think so, yes.”
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Post by Katrina on Dec 13, 2006 11:00:00 GMT
Katrina gave him a searching look - then her hand cracked across his face. "Men these days. No manners at all." She stood up with a scowl and walked towards Eli, standing just out of reach. "This dog understands how to address me properly. He says M'am. He says My Lady. He says Katrina. And you don't even give me a title! Nothing!"
She went down into his face and said quietly - "Manners. I demand them."
She stood and looked down at him for a moment. "Now. Before tonight, you have a choice to make. Would you like to know what it is?"
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Flynn
Rogue Werewolf
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Post by Flynn on Dec 14, 2006 3:09:01 GMT
Looking up at her, Flynn was still rather stunned by the blow, which he hadn’t seen coming. So she likes titles? I’ve got a few for her… Needless to say, they weren’t titles that he would be saying out loud anytime soon. At least, not unless he managed to somehow get out of his current predicament and he decided to optimistically tell himself that he would manage that.
Now, for the question. Did he really want to know what choices he had? Certainly, it’d probably be best, but he honestly didn’t think that he was particularly going to like what he heard.
“Yes… Katrina.” My Lady and ma’am my foot…
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