Spirits of the Earth

[ Continued from This Thread (//http://www.spiritsoftheearth.net/forum/viewtopic.php?f=95&t=9094&start=0). 104 posts!  Also, they're not in Essyrn yet, but they'll end up there eventually, so currently the beginning of this thread takes place in the Sirantil Valley, we just didn't want to board hop like whoa and are lazy!]

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It was an odd feeling. Being horribly guilty because he could run very fast over anything. Though it was an insanely wonderful feeling to not be moving. Jaks had felt a little motion sick after the first few days of constant running, the night of the full moon had been a little spooky and the whole time Jaks had stayed almost completely still, thankful when they'd finally left the tundra and there was green.

Jaks hadn't even seen his own eyes in forever, green was a welcome colour.

Jaks could kiss the trees

Roll around in the grass.

Ah, it was wonderful, and not freezing and he could run fast here and– He could run. Jaks could run away here. S'ric was dead tired, the ground wasn't frozen, it wasn't wet. Jaks could run here. But did he really want to? No. Later.

Pulling the hair brush through his hair Jaks stared at the fire, cross legged sitting on his jacket so the pebbles on the ground didn't bother his butt and legs. Curious, Jaks had lifted his shirt, completely free of bruises and hickeys, just like he thought so. Pressing a hand to his neck, the bite had faded away, too, nothing was there. Jaks body was exactly like it was before he me S'ric, free of bruises and hickeys and anything else weird.

It was one thing to travel at a normal pace and get to the locations at the right time, for instance, it had taken Jaks and his team a good two, three weeks to get from here to the tundra. S'ric? A week.

A whole week.

Of non-stop moving.

Jaks was tired just thinking about how tired S'ric would be. Of course the elf was subtly ignoring the werewolf, but what else would he do? Offer him a bowl of water? Jaks could hear a river nearby, but that probably meant S'ric could too. He didn't have any magical smelling ability, so S'ric took care of that side of things.

Useless. At least before he could help cook or something, but here? He could help ... Make a spot... For the werewolf to nap free of sticks and those annoying little sticky things he pulled out of the fur when he was bored and he spotted one. Jaks was beginning to think he had an obsession about messy hair, in a world where he couldn't control anything and had to walk carefully over shards of broken glass or he'd get a very large, very pissed off werewolf on his hands.

Jaks didn't want that.

Jaks liked S'ric when he was all tired and sluggish and lazy. Not only did he look vaguely cute, but he didn't want to touch Jaks in any other form than the whole ' I hold you, 'cause you're mine' during the naps S'ric slept. Jaks slept to, cuddled close to the warm werewolf.

So, here Jaks was sitting around a fire. Their first real stop since S'ric had left the tundra with Jaks bundled up in his arms. It was warmer, so the jacket was off and Jaks leaned forward before pulling his head to his ankles and groaning.

This sucked.

He was tired. Not just sleepy, but exhausted. It was one thing to cross the tundra and mountains on his own. He could occasionally lope on all fours and didn't have to worry about a bundled elf in his arms. And while Jaks was light, carrying him all day... and into the night... on two hours sleep...S'ric was tired. His body ached some... hell, it ached a lot. And he was hungry. Ravenous. He'd pushed himself a little more than he should, but Essyrn was clear across.... everything. Not just a couple miles south, but weeks. He figured it'd take them two and a half, since it usually took him two. With two more mountain ranges to cross. some plains, a forest....

He was stretched out on the ground close to Jaks, shifted in his werewolf form. He was half convinced that if he became human now, he'd not have the energy to become a wolf again. That's how tired he was. His eyes were partially closed as he tried to gather up the will to go eat. Which would mean sniffing about... and falling on something weaker than him to eat. The way he was laying was almost awkward, legs sprawled out behind, arms carelessly to the side, and his muzzle resting on the dirt.

S'ric glanced at Jaks before grunting and standing. He usually carried himself upright, head held high. Now he just looked... well, tired. His tail rested on the ground as he stood, taking stock of his tired muscles, before running a large paw against Jaks' back. He needed to eat. It didn't even occur to the werewolf that Jaks might run now. He was too tired to contemplate the energy required to chase him down, then punish him. Hopefully, Jaks was well aware of what S'ric would do. At this point, he'd eat Jaks leg, rather than just break it. With little ado, he simply turned and stalked off into the twilight. He'd eat, stuff himself, then come back and sleep. It'd be no time at all before he was back to his old, perky self.

Never in his life had he ever felt guilty because of how a giant wolf looked so damn tired and drained. Jaks wanted to help, but he was no good at hunting, or... Helping in general. Useless.

Such an odd feeling.

Being an elf was useful when he was around humans, he knew that, he was faster, lighter, had better hearing and eyesight. He was useful! With S'ric though, Jaks was useless, he could be extra weight and carry a backpack with - amazing - two daggers and some clothing. Jaks looked over at S'ric, he wanted to be him, play with the ears, pull those burrs out of his fur on his back.

Jaks blinked when he felt a large paw draw up his back, blinking widely when s'ric ran away. What...? Oh, he hadn't seen S'ric eat in days, he.. Probably went hunting. Jaks sighed and closed his eyes before he stretched and layed down, his hands over his face. A moment of peace. Solitude.  It was wonderful.

Or so Jaks thought.

-   -   -   -  -  -  -  -  -  -  -  -  -  -

The slavers were just back from selling a batch to some rich guy in Serendipity. They were swimming in it.

Right now.

This one was about six foot two and broad shoulders and had a tight shirt on tucked into black breeches, which were in turn, tucked into big black boots. His pack was back at camp with his partner and the muscle heads. So, when he, his name being Trey, had gone out wandering to find that river, he'd come across a fire.

And something else just as interesting.

It was an elf.

Alone.

In the woods.

Alone.

Trey felt a dark smile fall over his lips. Alone. A pretty little elf. Alone. Trey could never tell if it was a boy or a girl elf, they all looked the damn same and they all had point years and... Trey bashed this one in the head with a branch.

Out cold. Yes. Trey smiled to himself as he wandered and knelt beside the elf, pulling the shirt up to chest. It was a boy. A very pretty boy. " Eugh." Trey hated pretty boys. They were good for one type of slave. Those stupid pets. Spoiled little things. Useless. Whiney. Blah blahblah.

Trey grabbed Jaks foot and easily pulled him up until just his neck and arms were on the ground. Light too. Good. Like a back of sand, Jaks was hefted over his shoulder. He'd walk back to camp and drop the little elf down. Which was what he did.

Once he got back to his camp he dropped the elf feet first and glared at his partner. "It's a boy. you take care of it." Trey hated dealing with the boys, they were always so... Eugh. Male.

There were few things that Seinya enjoyed more than monetary wealth. Living was obviously more important, and power required money... the only thing money couldn't really by, to her, was control. And nothing made the woman happy like control. She was very pleased with the recent buy out of their slave stock. The man had been so thrilled by her handiwork he'd bought all they had left. It'd taken her a week to break five men. Human men. With the right equipment, pain was a great teacher. And when it came to being in command of anything, the half devil was the master. Her horse, accustomed  to the smell of her hellish taint, nickered softly while a delicate clawed hand passed over the smooth coat. Vanity ran through her blood, driving her to make everything associated with her beautiful. The horse, with her perfect white coat, her tent with its elaborate decorations, and even her clothes, where the black leather had been polished and tailored to fit her. It all came down to Seinya was naturally drawn to pretty things.

The men – hired muscle – were currently putting her tent away. They were going to rest for an hour or so more before continuing on their merry way. With purses full of gold, the men were eager to spend it. And there was nothing to buy out here. She stroked the mare again before footsteps drew her attention. The she-devil twisted to see Trey, her current business partner. And what did he have? From the looks of it, he wasn't thrilled with his find. A moment later, and she knew why. Trey hated pretty males. A sentiment Seinya did not share, On the contrary, they were her most wanted. Only good for the more subtle tasks a slave should be taught. Nothing like turning a person into a mule, which was terribly easy. No, no, no. This would require a delicate hand, practiced... much like hers.

"It's a boy. you take care of it." The she-devil glanced up at Trey, her eyes glinting red in the minimal light before perfect lips stretched in a smile. "Of course I will," she cooed then before kneeling next to her new pet. Gingerly, a pointed claw caught on the hem of his shirt, which she pulled up just to get an idea of... Oh. How very interesting. The black lines along his back made her smile. Tattooed slaves either sold for more, if the design was exotic, erotic, or rare, or poorly if it made the slave seem garish and gaudy. Set on flawless skin, Seinya knew which this would be.

Hanging from the woman's wrist, on a delicate silver chain, was a slender metal rod. About the width of her pinky, but three times as long. It was a magical trinket associated with her devil half. Using it, Seinya could provoke any sort of sensation she wished when applying it to flesh. From pain that was so blinding, to pleasure that would push someone to climax in mere breaths... it was a delightful toy. The best part being that it had a companion piece. It was much like the rod, length wise, but much thinner. Like a needle, but bendable. This metal needle was connected to the rod, slave to the rod's master. With it, she could invoke any sensation in the bearer of the needle without needing to touch them. Set rules, limits, boundaries... to the extent that she could cause pain if they thought of something she didn't like. Seinya had five needles in total, and since she had no other slaves, that meant this elf would get one.

Seinya smiled affectionately, as though she'd found some long lost soul that needed saving, before she looked up at her business partner, producing one slender metal needle. "Where should I put it?" In truth, it could go anywhere. It could be completely inserted in the skin, or it could be stuck through a lip, or nose, and bent like a ring. Or it could be wrapped around an arm, wrist, ankle, or finger. So long as it pricked the skin, it would remain there until Seinya removed it. Should the victim of the needle try, pain would wash over them. They'd pass out before they even got to touch it.

Trey rolled his eyes when Seinya pulled up the damn elf's shirt. The tattoo was interesting, and the elf looked like a chick from the back. Was she a lesbian? Seinya liked the pretty boys, Trey had learned that all too soon, she must be some form of a lesbian. Pah. Pretty boys. The man crossed his arms over his chest, leering off to the side and giving a quiet huff.

Where should she put it? "I'll tell you where you should put it." Trey huffed, grumpy. Would be so much more interesting if the girly looking elf was a girl, then Trey could - smirk - held break 'em in. Trey plucked the metal needle from his business partners hand and lifted Jaks head up by the hair before sitting on the ground. A bruise was blooming on the elfs forehead from where he smacked it with a branch but, nothing would last.

" This is where it should go, right? Everyone loves their ears, and as far as I know, Elves are weird about their ears so." Trey took the tip of the needle and shoved it through the lower lobe of Jaks ear before bending it and curving it up through the rest of his ear, curving it so it made a spiral up the elf's ear, the pointed edges curled in so they didn't poke anything and so that it couldn't just be pulled out.

Trey leered at the ear, wiping up the dripping blood with a handkerchief and he grinned before flicking the ear and getting up, letting Jaks head plop to the ground, the little elf groaned and Trey wandered off. "If you need me I'm... Somewhere in this part of the forest." he gave a wide sweep of his arm to indicate quite a large spread of trees.

- - - - - - -

Pain.

His head hurt and his ear screamed at him.

Jaks opened his eyes and looked around quickly before spotting the woman. He stared lifting himself up on one elbow, ignoring the ache in his ear - which was unfortunately a masochistic place for him, while it throbbed with pain it the same throbbing made him shiver - His fingers clutched at the gravel under him and he stared at the lady. "You have to be kidding me." He whispered before moving away to stand up, pressing a hand to his head hissing when he touched the bruise.

With a careful delicate hand, Jaks moved his fingers to gently brush at his ear, instantly he gave a quiet cry of pain and his face flushed, turning to glare at the woman. "What did you do to me?" His voice was solid, his eyebrow were drawn downward and his clear green eyes were set into a hard glare.

Why?

Why did the planet hate him?

It amused the she-devil to watch Trey man handle the young elf. Such a shame he wouldn't be interested in helping her break this little elf. Seinya didn't move as Trey twisted the needle through his ear, feeling the little elf's mind like a weight on the back of her shoulders. With little thought, Seinya would know what he was thinking, and how he felt. A perfect way to know whether he was lying or not. When his head was thumped off the ground, she felt the jump start of his mind. So it would seem he was waking up. She remained kneeling, her hands clasped almost regally in her lap. For all intents and purposes, Seinya looked like someone important. A lady, a queen, a commander. Something about her oozed authority, even if she only wore black leather that clung to very womanly curves. There wasn't much skin showing, but that wasn't required. The swell of her hips and the curve to her breasts was perfectly accented. She noted the reaction to touching his ear. Vaguely registering the feeling of pleasure and pain that went with the sensation.

"What did you do to me?"

She didn't like that tone. Didn't like his look.  Idly, the she-devil slowly stood before brushing off her knees. Then, using the gift of the needle, and the connection between them, she willed white hot pain to lace through his abdomen, causing him to crumple. It didn't stop there. The pain shot from his abdomen to encompass his whole body, sucking the air from him. Through this connection, there would be no surrender of unconsciousness. He would be aware for as long as she wanted. "You will refer to me as Mistress Seinya, or Mistress. Whichever pleases you. Should you use anything else, or forget to use my title, the pain will return. Do you understand, my sweet?" Her tone was honey, sweet and thick, as though they were something much more intimate rather than owner and pet. Lovers, almost. Her red eyes glowed with affection, her lips tilted in what could only be a cherished smile. Because he would not be able to speak when it felt his insides were on fire, she willed the pain away. Waiting to see if he would learn as quickly as some of the others.

Mistake.

Jaks doubled over, landing on his knees, his arms curling around his middle, mouth open in a silent scream. He could hear her perfectly. Jaks wanted to rip her apart, he wanted to crawl and beg for forgiveness. Where was S'ric? What the hell. This shouldn't have happened. Protective and jealous and here he was, kneeling at some bitches boots writhing in silent pain.

Then it got worse.

This was so much worse. Where was S'ric? Why wasn't that stupid giant werewolf here to protect him? Jaks clung to himself tighter, his face was red and his body was tense. Did he want to go through this again? Hell no. No thank you. Never ever. Jaks would rather be under S'ric with several blades in his back than experience this again.

What was it anyway?

It started to ease and Jaks was still on his knees, a hand moving from around his stomach to press against the ground, panting softly, eyes watering as his hand dug into the dirt. Slowly Jaks looked up at the woman. Didn't want to, didn't want to at all, but it was that or the pain.

"I understand, M...." Jaks licked his lips turning away slightly before turning back to look at her, his eyes flicking up her body, well, at least she wasn't a huge man. "Mistress." The word tasted foul on his lips. S'ric didn't require Jaks to call him anything specific, he'd get pounced if it was something less than wanted... But...

Jaks moved a hand to his head and closed his eyes briefly before he looked up. "I..." He wouldn't use S'ric to threaten them, would he? Yes he would. At least S'ric could pretend to be nice. Mistress? Pain if he was a 'bad boy'? No thanks.

"I'm travelling with someone, they're big and violent, you should let me return to my camp before he comes looking for you." Jaks slowly stood up, his head up, his eyes focused on Seinyas neck and chin, his shoulders were back and he took steady breathes, expecting another surge of pain. He hadn't used her title.

As always, after the initial capture, there was anger. Thoughts about wanting to hurt her. And as usual, his thoughts reflected someone that could save him. Usually it was a parent, sibling, strong friend or role model. But this elf... His thoughts were about a wolf? A pet... no... How very curious. The elf seemed very convinced that he would be saved. Or that she should be concerned about the beast.

"I'm travelling with someone, they're big and violent, you should let me return to my camp before he comes looking for you." She let him say the words. Let him stand. Let him feel the full flavor of defiance. It made cutting him down all the sweeter. The rod wasn't needed since she owned him now. Seinya smiled before stepping close, her hand gripping his jaw. For as gentle as the touch was, it felt as though the bone shattered. The magic of the needle and the connection would prevent him from falling from her grasp. The sting  remained in his jaw, radiating from where she touched him. "What did I say?" Seinya backhanded him, using the pain of the needle to drop him to his knees. "You will address me properly, or you will not speak." The pain shot down his throat, enforcing the rules set by the Master. No words could pass his lips unless he intended to say Mistress beforehand.

As he lay on the ground, she purred, "Now, if you think any more nasty thoughts about me, then the pain is going to start again. It will consume your whole body, and you won't find comfort in passing out. My control over you will prevent it. The only way to make the pain stop is if you think of something nice about me." She leaned over a little, looking at him curiously. "Let's test it, shall we?" If the sting before had been bad, it was nothing to what engulfed his whole body. As though she'd lit every single nerve on fire, and could somehow keep them on fire. There was not a part of him that did not hurt. "To make the pain stop, think of something nice," she chided, her tone sweet. "Most men like to focus on my breasts." True to her word, the pain would not go away until he did as she asked.

Wanting to die was never a feeling that would have been at the front of his thoughts if he was ever anywhere else. However, the feeling of his face breaking when the woman touched it made Jaks go pale and his eyes roll upwards before they flicked back down and Jaks breath was harsh. It was blinding, he couldn't think.

He could feel the gravel against his cheek when she backhanded him and he reeling too much to stop it. The side of his head bashed against the ground, rubbing against the needle bending and winding through his ear, his teeth clenched and his eyes trying to look up at the woman. Focus on her. He could do that. What was she saying? Don't think mean things.

He could do that.

Then the pain went from one extreme to another.

And he could feel it all.

There was no blissful darkness to follow.

Jaks could feel his body tense, his back arch against the ground, his head tip back and his eyes roll into his head.

Think of something nice?

Her breasts? What? They were breasts. Nice breasts but nothing Jaks would stare at, he was a gentleman and Jaks arched back further, fingers clawing at the ground.

Eyes.

She had nice eyes.

Strangely pretty eyes, they were red and Jakes stared at them for a moment. She was a gorgeous woman and she had a great body and... and...

The pain was slowly ebbing away an Jaks layed there panting, sweat beaded his forehead and his eyes were drawn downward. This wasn't feeling too good, no thinking bad things. Think she's a wonderful woman for letting the pain stop. His mouth was open and he gave a loud gasp for air.

Couldn't say something unless Mistress was tacked to the end. " Thank you, Mistress." Jaks sighed out, thank you for having a way out of the pain. He couldn't faint though, even though his body hurt from the tense muscles, he layed in the dirt and stared at the trees.

This was... Where was S'ric?

Seinya relished his responses, the internal struggle that only she could see, and the eventual surrender. A person could only take so much pain. With the rod and needles, the she-devil could produce pain no mortal could duplicate. When it seemed he had found something, her eyes, to focus on, the pain did fade. That was part of the rules. Rules that were enforced and upheld by the thin needle through his ear. "See," she purred, kneeling next to him much like she had when Jaks had first woke up. "See how easy that was..." This time, Seinya ran a delicate claw along his jaw line. No more pain, but rather, she used the other side of the connection she had with him. Pain was such a great teacher, but there was no better reward than pleasure. A soothing warmth spread through his jaw, removing the pain that had come with the touch and her backhand, replacing it instead with the relief one might associate with a nap after an exhausting day.

Seinya 'petting' Jaks like his for a brief moment, letting the pleasure seep into his other muscles, coaxing them to relax. "I'm going to ask you some questions now, sweet. If you answer, if you behave, I'll continue to help you relax." She leaned over him, closer now, where her breath brushed over his cheeks. Seinya was close enough he could smell her natural scent – cinnamon. As thought the spice had been setting out during a hot summer day. "You already know what will happen should you not do as you're told. Now, first things first. You know my name. What is yours?"

As she waited for an answer, Seinya turned her attention to his shirt, catching the hem with the tip of her nail and pulling it up some. She was curious if the tattoo would have a companion on his chest, or if the design continued on his front. He was remarkably flawless though. Came from being an elf. She had a thought that made her curious, turning her attention back to his eyes. "What is your companion?"

Jaks watched her kneel beside him, his eyes flicked over her body and he had to resist the urge to lean away from her claw but then he moved towards it. It was like... Wonderful. Why couldn't everyone do this? Jaks looked at her, his vision hazy, she really did have pretty eyes. Odd.

She smelt nice too. More nice things to think about her. That was good.

Her voice was nice, too.

More nice things to think of.

"My name is Jaks, mistress." His voice was hoarse and he gave a swallow before closing his eyes and relaxed, his fingers curled up and he didn't care that there were little rocks digging into the back of his head, didn't care that his ear throbbed with pleasure and pain, didn't care that she was pulling up his shirt.

"He's a werewolf, Mistress." Jaks looked away for a moment, curious as to what she was looking for. Had she seen the tattoo on his back? Should he tell her? Meh, sure what the hell. " The tattoo, is only on my back, Mistress." This mistress thing was getting annoying at repetitive. Not the Mistress the person, the mistress the word.

The sooner he could stop saying that damn word the happier he'd be. He'd have to figure out what it was. She had an odd power. Jaks looked up at her, his eyes still hooded, tired now. Why did she want to know what his companions was? Could he lie to her? Jaks wasn't all that keen to find out after that last bout of pain.

There was something very rewarding when he continued to find things he liked about her. Her eyes, her smell, and her voice. Usually the men focused on something more physical, but they also fought a little more. Here, her new pet, Jaks, seemed capable with submitting... without the egotistical drive to show he could still best her. Seinya continued to listen. He was traveling with a werewolf. How very, very curious. She should probably tell Trey. If the werewolf thought to save his traveling companion, they should be ready to deal with him. She'd obscure their trail to help. Her thoughts shifted back to the moment when he told her his tattoo was only on his back. Such a helpful pet. Her hand left him, thought the sensation did not quit. Seinya felt his breif annoyance about having to say Mistress every time, which made her smile. Since Jaks was hers, he would have no more private thoughts. She'd know it all. Including his curiousity about lying to her. Rather than warn him against it, Seinya stood then commanded he do the same.

First things first. Seinya withdrew the pleasure, leaving him to feel the dull ache from the pain before. A reminder of what her displeasure would result in. "You are going to tell my companion about your werewolf companion, and then we are going to leave. You will walk next to my horse..." She trailed off with a small, secretive smile. Like they were good friends sharing a private joke. "If you don't answer all his question, if you try to run, or if you don't keep pace with me, the pain will return." A clawed finger traced down the ear with the needle in it. "And when we reach for a place to stop, we'll start your training."

Jaks was totally amazed.

Things could go from bad to worse. Of course, Jaks has thought the situation before was horrible, this though... This took the cake. Jaks found himself standing up, looking at the woman, blinking slowly, before his face went pale and his eyebrows drew together, the ache was back, Jaks fingers trembled and he slowly closed his eyes, listening to her.

Trey... Jaks hadn't seen him yet. Jaks wasn't sure he wanted to see him.

Keep up with a horse. Start training... Jaks let out a low moan when she brushed her finger up his ear, the pain and the pleasure mixing into a rather horrifying cocktail of sensation as it brushed along his body. Green eyes opened to stare at her a moment, his mouth opening and closing. He could do this. S'ric would find him and things would go back to norma– Hang on.

S'ric was poison too.

Then again.

Jaks looked down at the ground, his eyes flicking around as he looked at the scenery.

S'ric was the lesser of two evils.

- - - -

"Finally got it up, eh?" Trey's voice boomed before behind Jaks, who remained oddly still.  "I heard all of what'cha said, werewolf, eh?" Trey walked over and moved his hand onto the back of Jaks neck before forcefully pushing him down to the ground. "Okay. Lets see." Trey looked at Seinya for a moment. " General. ' how big, how visious, how fast, should we be scared,' crap?"

Trey rested on his heels, his elbows on his knees as he looked down, eyebrows up into his messy black hair, brown eyes half open as he looked down at the - eugh - pretty elf.

"So, Elfy. Who's the werewolf guy?"

Jaks had to think for a moment. Who was S'ric to him? Which would make him less valuable? There were so many answers to that, so Jaks went with the most personal of the bunch, and it was still true, but the word was a little... Off. " He's... My lover, Master." Jaks was still pale, but his cheeks grabbed a tinge of red when Trey burst out laughing.

" Lover!? A damn werewolf is this pretty-boys - eww, he's gay." Trey wrinkled his nose at the elf before rolling his eyes. Always the pretty boys, figured they looked like girls, so they must take it like girls. " Should we be worried about Mr.LoverWolf?" Jaks paused for a moment, if S'ric was nasty to him when he ran away, Jaks didn't want to imagine what anyone else stealing him would get.

Jaks used the answer that made the most sense. " Yes, Master." his voice was quiet when he spoke, and he let his head drop.

Trey blinked before standing up, looking over at Seinya. " We should get a move on then, we're going to have an angry lonely werewolf who'll want to get his little pretty play thing back." A smirk and Jaks stood up again, gently wiping the dust off of his back and legs. " Even if Mr.Wolfy does find you, you'll probably be the perfect toy for him, might even let him buy you from us if he takes too long."

Today would be a long, bad day. Jaks was sure of it.

" He's... My lover, Master."

If Seinya didn't know it was the truth, or so close to it there wasn't any other answer, she would've thought it way a lie. Instead, she watched Jaks. It would explain his quick submission in the face of punishment. Otherwise, she didn't imagine he'd have survived being around a werewolf. Seinya smiled a little when Trey barked a laugh. She was not surprised by his reaction, seeing as how he was very vanilla is the pleasure area. Seinya took pleasure from the slaves she had, as they were the only things she was in complete control of. And only then were they appealing.

"Should we be worried about Mr.LoverWolf?" This answer surprised her." Yes, Master." And it wasn't desperate hope, or blind faith that made him answer. It was just the truth. Seinya was very curious what sort of beast this elf had the unfortunate luck of running into. She'd ask, but not right now. Tonight, when she started playing with him.  

Seinya nodded at Trey's suggestion they get a moving. "I'll obscure our trail. Should make it impossible for him to follow." A werewolf would hunt by scent. If she smeared it to be faint, he'd give up. The she-devil indicated Jaks should come with her as she moved to start the spell. "I am surprised," she admitted in a sultry tone. "Though this may mean you'll be easier to train. I am assuming the werewolf imposed some rules of his own?" It would almost take the sport out of it.

Seinya pointed to a spot. "Stand there." If he moved, the pain would return. Commands could not be denied. "You will not move from that spot." With that. she turned her attention to the spell. It wouldn't do to have the werewolf after them. Though it would not hide their scent forever, she assumed he wouldn't continue looking after this area had been wiped clean. The spell would only work on a radial area. Once outside of that area, their trail would be clear.

After the spell, she turned to regard Jaks with a small smile. "You should be happy, Jaks. We've saved you from becoming a werewolf."

"I couldn't run away, or tell him 'no', Mistress."

That word was seriously getting annoying. Words didn't pull past his lips unless he'd said them in his head already with that word intact. Master. Mistress. Annoying. He'd listen though, and suffer, because... Why? The pain. The pain was horrible. More horrible than the taste of knife play, Jaks would willingly lay down for a night of that then have his entire body burn again. Jaks followed the woman, and when she pointed to a spot Jaks stood in it.

The threat of the pain was enough to keep him from moving from the spot the woman pointed to.

Happy.

He should be happy.

Jaks had to think about her pretty eyes in case the pain wasn't a bluff. Pretty eyes, pretty lips, cute nose. Jaks wasn't happy about the situation, he could think bad thoughts about the situation, right? His feet shifted and he looked down, his hands clinging to the front of his shirt, his teeth pressed to his tongue so he didn't talk, or try to. This was bad.

Bad. Bad. Bad.

Trey rolled his eyes at the little elf. The little gay elf. Eugh. Gross.  The black haired man eyed the hired muscle and waved his hand, a silent order to get moving. And they did. Once Seinya let the stupid elf move, it would take a while to get to their next camp site, all the more closer to Serendipity. Rich Serendipity people probably liked pretty obedient elf boys.

They could sell this one for a lot.

Eugh, pretty elf boys. Trey felt an eyebrow twitch.

At least it would keep Seinya occupied, and it would be quite the show once she really got started. Would little ElfyPoo give in before she could make him want to die from the pain, though.

Trey was curious how wimpy this elf was. He didn't have much hope, this was an elf.

Seinya pulled herself up on her perfectly white mare. "Remember, next to me the whole way." She smiled, then clicked her tongue to start her mare on the path, following the rest of the men. She kept up a steady pace, rather quick to match with the rest of the men, but nothing that would overly tire him.

When they finally stopped, she watched the men set up her spacious tent while petting her mare. "You remove the saddle and brush down my mare." Usually Seinya did it, but now... well, she'd give him something to do. The real lessons would come soon. She watched him, amused, until her mare was taken care of. Only when that was done did she call Jaks over. Her tent was set up.

"Come on," she cooed to him, holding the heavy black fabric off to the side so he could walk in. The inside of her tent was very spacious, deceptively so, with a small table set up, a chest, and a cot. She went to the chest while pointing to the middle of the floor. "Stand." There was an authority to her voice now that hadn't been there before. She flicked open the lid, shuffling through her things. After a moment, she straightened with a full length leather whip. "Now, sweet, we're going to teach you some things. The first being that you cannot get away from me." Seinya moved to sit on the table, watching him with an amused look. "Spit on the floor." Then she leaned back, waving toward the tent flap. "I want you to stand on your spit. That is my command. But if you make it to the tent flap, you are free to go." Her smile turned sweet. "I want you to try for the next hour to get away." She leaned back on her arms, clearly getting comfortable.

It was, of course, a trap. If he stood there and refused to move, she'd hurt him. But as soon as he disobeyed her order to stand, the pain would flare up to enforce her command. Either way, for the next hour, his world was going to be rather painful. He'd never make it. He'd pass out before it ever happened. The farthest she'd seen anyone make it was five steps.... rather, they'd collapsed after the first one, crawled the other four, all the while gasping for breath. It'd ended with them vomiting blood before they crawled back to the spot. It was the only place that would offer him refuge from the pain. She'd not even allow him to pass out.

Jaks followed closely, his pace quick, rather glad that he at least had that on his side. He kept his head down, his arms at his side. By the time they got to the new camp, Jaks was a little tired, his feet hurt but he followed her command. Jaks was not a pain person. Pain hurt. It was bad. He removed the saddle and such before he brushed down her mare, taking some time to clear his head and admire the horse, his fingers gently running over the body as he brushed.

He could stand this until S'ric found him. S'ric would have to find him. He had to.

The coo send a shiver down Jaks spine, it wasn't one of pleasure, but fear, Jaks was scared, he did as he was told though, he stood, and he watched her, curious.

Not overly curious though, the elf didn't really want to know what she was doing, not at all.

Jaks felt himself spit on a spot on the ground before he really noticed what he was doing, standing over it, watching her, weary. Her words made him pale. He was to stand in this spot, but... He could leave if he reached the tent flat. Jaks turned and looked behind himself towards the tent flap.

It didn't look as close as it actually was. Jaks remembered the pain he'd gotten when he irritated the strange woman, how it engulfed him in a thousand sharp claws.

But he could leave if he got to the tent flap.

Jaks gave Seinya a look before he turned around and took a large step and crumpled to his knees, giving a cry of pain, his hands grabbing at the ground. He could move. Jaks took a crawling movement, his eyes watering, his body shaking, his face burning. It hurt so badly, but he had to get away.

The elf stayed, struggling with himself for a good half an hour, sweat dripped off his chin and his breath was hot and ragged, his face was red, he managed to take another movement forward and his arms collapsed from under him, his face pressed to the ground where he panted his pain, his hair sticking to his face and his eyes hooded.

He felt like crying.

He couldn't get away from S'ric, and now he couldn't over come a little pain to get to the damn tent flap. Why? Jaks wanted the pain to stop. Would crawling back to the spot work? He swallowed and moved backwards, each movement screamed at him, made him tense, made him pant.

Another twenty minutes and Jaks was almost to the spot on the ground where he'd spit, once he got there he curled up on it, panting heavily, his eyes stinging with tears and his face flushed.

Far worse than what S'ric did to him.

She loved every second of it. Every painstaking breath he took, every whimper, every quiver of his muscles. Her breathing was light, soft. The sort that was all about excitement. The hour left her shivering with supressed want. He was beautiful. Seinya watched him curl up on the spot, panting heavily. "Do you understand now?" she purred, sliding from the table. Her boots were silent as she crossed the ground to him. "No matter whether I'm around or not, if you disobey me, that is what you have to look forward to." Seinya leaned down, running her hand through his sweat soaked hair, giving him a flush of pleasure at the contact. "I'm very pleased," she whispered before standing, coaxing him up with her sweet touch. "Now, I want you to go outside, to fetch the tub that will be with the main cargo. Get it and the bucket with it. I want a bath in here." She leaned against him, warming his whole body with the contact. Her lips were close to his, her breath soft. "Fill it with water from the stream near by. And be quick about it, sweet. I don't want to wait long." The rod that hung from her wrist grazed his side, causing welts to raise as it traced over his shirt. The skin purpled and bruised. "Be quick." At that, she pulled away and returned to the table. To sit and watch. What better things did she have to do but be terribly amused while he filled a tub?

Seinya idly toyed with the rod as she waited. It would take a couple trips, but soon enough, it was filled. When she was pleased with it, Seinya called him to her. As he approached, she stood, smiling smoothly. "Undress," she commanded with a silky smooth smile. He was terribly sweaty... and she wanted to see that tattoo... and the rest of what she had to work with. That, and the bath could be a little more amusing with him.

That b... Lovely woman... Was enjoying watching him in pain. Jaks closed his eyes but that was shot lived and the flush of pleasure made him whimper. He stood up anyway, his body trembling, still panting slighty as she brushed up against him, her face close to his. Close enough to kiss. It made his body hum but his mind recoiled.

Jaks liked the task of filling the tub. He could do it on auto pilot, his mind was blank and his hair clung to his face. Still felt like crying, and it took a few minutes for the bath to be filled. He stared at her, then stared back. Surely she'd let him rest or lay down or something. Surely she was finished.

But no.

No luck.

Undress, she said.

Jaks face fell and his eyebrows went up.

He didn't want more pain.

If she didn't have that rod he'd – No, no bad thoughts. Jaks pulled at his shirt, pulled it up and over his head before dropping it on the floor, sweat was beaded against his chest, his hair clung to his neck. Jaks licked his lips before he stepped out of his boots and slowly undid his pants, having a minuscule battle with himself. He'd rather this happen to him than the pain, it wasn't like the elf was ashamed of his body, it was free of previous bruises, S'ric hadn't touched him in a week Time enough to heal.

Pushing down his pants, Jaks stepped out of them and stood naked before the woman, his head down and his hands at his sides, fingers twitching slightly, his body still trembling from the previous pain it had been writhing in.

This was better than the pain, right? Jaks wouldn't let something like this humiliate him, if S'ric having his way with him against a wall in public didn't do the job, there was no way this was going to. Jaks was sure of it. " Anything else, Mistress?" His voice was soft, quiet, maybe she'd just tell him to lay down or wash her back or... Something.

Seinya smiled at the conflicting thoughts. He was trying so hard to be good.  It was glorious. He was so terribly easy. Very little fight in him. Only one lesson and it was almost like he was broken. Such a good little elf. Seinya took a step to the side, taking a moment to eye his body. Very slender, very elf. Nothing that really piqued her interest, as she preferred... well, devils... but he was pretty. And the tattoo was very eye catching. Exotic. His hair was a little long, but that complimented his feminine look. Seinya felt that if she cut it, he'd just look... awkward.

Seinya tugged at the laces of her shirt while she looked at his back. Her clawed finger traced the line over his shoulder and down along his back. Very nice. She pulled her top off and tossed it to the side. She had nothing on beneath it, or her pants. Seinya ran a hand through her black hair before stepping into the tub. It was big enough she could sit and lay back. This werewolf kept cropping back up in his thoughts. "Your companion... did he mean much to you? You keep thinking about him." People usually thought of someone to be comforted. But it was a parent, a sibling, a teacher. Or a close loved one. Which was very, very curious if he'd cared for the werewolf.

Seinya eyed Jaks as he stood before she made a come here motion. "Join me. You're sweaty. You could use a bath." Her fingers ran through the water as she waited.

[  This thread contains mature themes! Dun read if it bothers you or annoys you! ]


Deep breaths.

Jaks turned his head away from her while she examined him like a prized animal, like meat she was going to eat for dinner. Of course it made him uncomfortable, but it didn't embarrass him. Didn't humiliate him. The claw up his back made him shiver, and he closed his eyes briefly, which snapped open when she started to get undressed. Why?

Oh right the tub of water.

"My companion... Means a lot, Mistress." His voice was soft, of course S'ric meant a lot right now, the werewolf was his only ticket out of this place while he was still intact. Jaks felt like crying again but he sucked it up and turned around when he heard her speak again.

No way.

Jaks moved towards her, his green eyes moving over her body as he walked and stepped into the tub to kneel over he lets, his hands moving down to obscure her view of his legs, his head was down still and Jaks still had the decency to blush. Face turned away. What was she planning? The tub wasn't exactly massive and while Jaks wasn't a large man, he was still... In her bubble.

"Um... What do you want me to do, Mistress?" again with that damn word. Jaks swallowed before leaning back a little, fingers clutching at the rim of the tub.

"My companion... Means a lot, Mistress." This time, it wasn't what he said, but the thoughts that went right along with it. It would seem that Jaks truthfully believed that his werewolf companion was going to come for him. It irked her, on some level, he still thought he was getting away. Rather, it downright annoyed her. Grated on the wish for control that she loved so much. This anger didn't show though. She only smiled. "What makes you think he can save you from me, when you yourself cannot move without my command?"

What was so very thrilling, and drew a soft chuckle from her, was his blush as he joined her in the tube. "Do you only find men attractive?" Seinya asked in a purr, using the pleasure of the connection this time. No pain, just lustful satisfaction. Not a lot, but the equivalent to some heavy petting. He was holding on to the tub as though it could potentially save him. Now, Seinya was very curious. How much pleasure would it take for his body to betray him? How much warmth would she need to push into his body before he became aroused without so much as touching him? She'd soon find out. "Is there nothing about my body that pleases you, sweet?" She asked then, drawing a hand down her chest. It disappeared in the water, down her abdomen, stopping right below her belly button. With a very sly smile, she shifted so her legs would be to either side of him. Barely touching him at all. Just an adjustment to their current pose. "Do you want to do anything, sweet?" Seinya purred.

She was evil..ly wonderful. Jaks switched the direction of his thoughts, he watched her, his eyes focused on her...

Jaks turned away and swallowed. "I ... No. I don't find men attractive, Mistress." Or did he? Jaks stared down into the water, at her legs his fingers clutching at the side of the tub all the more. Frowning Jaks pictured S'rics body. Scars, so full of scars, his face was handsome enough, he was... Interesting to look at. Of course, Jaks turned his eyes to look up the womans body, his green eyes slowly moving up, focussing on her breasts for a moment.

Neither of them did anything for him. The woman didn't stir any emotions in his body, didn't make him twitch in any nice way... Until his body warmed and he his tongue got heavy, Jaks relaxed a little... Hungrily Jaks watched the womans hand. His mouth watered and he pried his fingers off of the side of the tub drawing them up her calves.

This wasn't his pleasure. It was created pleasure, like the pain, Jaks couldn't feel his heart wasn't thumping, but the pleasure was there. In his loins, in his joins, in his gut. It felt wonderful. And Jaks couldn't help when his hands moved up her legs under the water, when he tried to pull her to him, his cheeks flushed, his lips open. Jaks moved his hands over so that they rested on the bottom of the tub, his body hovering over Seinyas, his tongue drew over the top of her breast, licking at a bead of water.

He moved closer. "I like what I see, Mistress." Just make this go away, I'll do anything please. Jaks eyes were pleading, the green was clear and as bright as green leaves on a fresh spring day. Jaks was hovering above Seinya, trembling, he wanted more than he desired.

This new pet was turning out to be more and more interesting. Not attracted to the werewolf he seemed so sure would save him. And he didn't react to the quick once over he gave her own body. As a she-devil, Seinya was gifted with a beautiful hourglass figure, soft, rounded highs, and an ample chest. All with smooth, silky skin and an unblemished complection. She was as flawless as Jaks, more so because there were no tattoos on her.

Regardless, he reacted like a good pet. His hands traveled along her calves, and along her legs. When he pulled at her, she moved. Why? Because this was so very terribly amusing for her. The pleasure was all her fault. Why wouldn't she enjoy it then? Her red eyes partially closed as he leaned over her, as slight and slender as she was. In all actuality, physically they were a good match. But Seinya preferred a bigger man, a beast of a man. Didn't mean she couldn't have fun with her new toy. Seinya even shivered when his tongue drew across her breast.

"I like what I see, Mistress."

Her hand slid up his chest, the rod dangling from her wrist, as the contact created a pleasurable hum along his skin. More intense than what he was feeling now. If she wanted, Seinya could simply demand a release from his body... but that wasn't nearly as fun. Her hand slid around his neck and into his hair, drawing him closer. "Have you only been with men, sweet?" she teased in a purr, her other hand brushing along his nipple, tracing it with the tip of a pointed claw.

It should stop, Jaks wanted it to stop. He moved his face closer, panting hotly on her chest, his arms trembled above her, his green eyes staring into her red ones.

The hand moving up his chest turned him hot, made him pant, made him move his hips. His fingers moved to her hip, squeezing gently. His mouth falling open in, almost pouting as he breath against her lips. Her question surprised him. "Man... I've only been with a man, Mistress." Jaks licked his lips before moveing closer, leaning back and crying out when she drew a finger over his nipple.

His body sang and he arched towards her, hands drawing to her hips. "Please end it, Mistress." Damn that word was annoying! Jaks bit his tongue and turned away, his fingers clutching at Seinyas hips, drawing her closer. He didn't want this, but he needed it, like a fish needs water, like a human needed air. To make the ache go away.  Jaks didn't actually make a move to pull her to him, to fix the ache.

"please, Mistress." He gave a panty moan, moving his hips forward.

The ache and strain she put him through turned her on more than anything else. She felt the conflict, saw it, was as much a part of it as he was. Only where it tormented Jaks, it excited the she-devil. Seinya shivered when his hand found her hip, watching him, judging his reaction. He really was pretty, she admitted. Vibrant green eyes, brown hair that complimented the leafy color of his eyes, flawless, perfect skin... And the reaction to her claw circling his nipple made her smile wickedly. So it would seem not all of his responses were so forced.

And he'd only been with.... her breath caught as her red eyes glittered with interest. "The werewolf?" she breathed, tone as silky as her skin. Seinya was momentarily stunned. Of all the lovers to pick that as his first... though from what she'd recalled, maybe it wasn't so willing.

He recovered rather quickly from the sensation of her claw on his nipple. Her body rippled with pleasure when he begged her to 'please end it'. No matter what he said though, his body betrayed him. Jaks gripped her, she could read the want it that touch. Artificial or no, she didn't care. But the moan then,the please... She could be nice... Not to mention she was squriming with anticipation. He'd never -been- with anyone save a werewolf. How astounding. How strange. "You can have me tonight, sweet. No strings attached this time."

Jaks looked away when she asked if it was the werewolf. Should he mention that it wasn't wanted? That it was never wanted. The elf had never wanted before. This overwhelming pleasure was too much for him, his body was heated in places he couldn't recall burning. This was... forced. Jaks wasn't liking this feeling, but he wanted it to end.

Strings attached?

Jaks moved his mouth from being so close to press kisses to the top of her chest, to bite her lower lip as he moved towards her, bringing her hips to his.

The elf didn't care what she made him do later, he wanted this to end, so once he was inside the she-devil he gave a cry of pleasure and braced one hand against the back of the tub and held her with the other one. This was a new feeling. Slightly confused - mostly because there was no pain associated with this - he moved, making water slosh over the sides.

Half way through he moved his hands to kneel, his grip growing stronger against her hips, pulling her towards him as he thrust forward. Jaks lost himself in the sensation, his head tipped back, his breath pushing up through his lungs, fingers pulling her closer before he gave two good thrusts and his hands went down into the water again, his face close to her chest, panting deeply.

Jaks wasn't performing for anyone, he'd let the sensations draw him in and spit him out. Was this was S'ric felt when he...? No wonder that werewolf bastard... Jaks shook his head, the tips of his hair wet, clinging to Seinyas breasts, his shoulders. Jaks was still panting when he leaned up and away, on his knees, his face turned away and his hands in his lap.

This wasn't fun anymore. He wanted to go home. He wanted to go back to digging up useless old rusty things. Not be a pet and not be a slave. Jaks visibly hunched, his shoulders went forward and his head was down. Far from defeated, he was annoyed, pissed off at the situation.

Seinya was usually the passive one, wanting to watch, to preside over the moment like some judge. All about the control, or the illusion of maintaining it. Watching someone lose their control was a high for her, Seinya's way of saying she was so much better because she never lost control. For the briefest of moments, Seinya thought he might fight her. That he would try to ignore the sensations... but there was something so very pliant about him. The elf would do what was required if he felt it would end it faster. Oh how sweet that knowledge was.

Seinya didn't wrap her legs around him, but rather, kept them spread as he gripped her, then did as she had so sweetly suggested. Her back arched, her legs tensed, giving him the best angle. The she-devil didn't seem aware the water was spilled. What did she care with Jaks pushing into her. It wasn't until he knelt and really took control of the moment, guiding her hips, ded Seinya feel she could allow herself an end. She came when he finished, breathing softly as her body sought to keep him in her.

As she lay back in the tub, the feel of her body twittering through the pleasurable throws, she watched him through half lidded eyes. "Brief for your first time with a woman," she sighed softly with a slow smile. "But we'll fix that." Not that she wasn't sated, rather, the she-devil had complete control over her own physical responses as well. "With your previous lover... I will assume he was not usually on bottom?" Seinya waved a hand. "You may get out." She waited for an answer though, watching him. Jaks didn't seem... the type to top a werewolf. This was just idle chit chat.

Bright red was a good colour for Jaks in this situation.

Looking away, he quickly swallowed before following her instructions and standing up and stepping off to the side. Jaks couldn't begin to imagine S'ric on the... bottom? Taker? The girl of the pair? No. He was... Too big. Jaks looked down at himself, he'd forgotten what being around normal heigh people was like. It wasn't normal for Jaks to be to peoples upper arms in height. Jaks had forgotten that.

Jaks moved a hand up to his ear, to touch it, but his fingers curled away. Don't touch. Don't touch it. His mind screamed at him. It would hurt. It was going through his damn ear. Jaks looked down at his feet, at the tent flap.

S'ric... Where are you? Why aren't you here? It's been hours.

His face crumpled slightly and Jaks let his head fall down, let his hair obscure his face. His hands clutched at his sides, his knuckles white. Why couldn't anything go his way for once? He was going to stay at camp. He was going to stay and not piss of S'ric, but no, some stupid human slaver had to find him and now he was with... Jaks looked towards the she-devil. He just wanted to sleep. He trembled and gave a quiet sigh. "What now, Mistress?" Jaks licked the inside of his mouth, his tongue scrapping over his tongue trying to wipe the word away.

What was really amusing was that he was terribly conflicted... about a lot of things, such as the werewolf he claimed was his lover and master. Seinya thought in rather strange that he still clung to that hope... but it was only the first night. She could forgive him that much. When he didn't answer her question, well, that was not quite excusable. Rather than hitting him with the searing pain, she gave him an equally intense bout of pleasure. The sort that would bring him on the cusp of a very involuntary orgasm. Not enough to push him over, but deliciously close.

Seinya slowly stood, letting the water run off her body for a moment as she watched him, judging his reaction from the pleasure she inflicted. Before it would undo him, the feeling left. "I asked you a question, sweet. Make me ask again, and I'll have you writhing on the floor." Figuring her message was delivered, Seinya moved to the cot, stretching her naked, damp form out. She shifted to lay on her stomach, watching him. "Empyt the tub, and put it back where you found it," she ordered in a soft voice.

In the brief amount of time that took, she was close to drifting off. She'd sleep a few hours, then wake extra early to get in some more training before they left. When he'd returned, she pointed to a spot in the middle of the floor. "It is my wish that you stand there all night." Effectively cealing his fate for the rest of the evening, she waved a hand and the lamp that had been lighting the tent went out. Content, for the moment, Seinya soon drifted to sleep.

Crumpling to his knees, Jaks panted harshly, his arms curling around himself and his eyes squeezed closed. He didn't want this. I don't want it! Fingers dug into flesh, clawing at skin as he bit back the moans of pleasure. This was worse than the pain, it was worse because it felt good, a sick sense of the word, but good none the less. All the same it wasn't wanted.

He gave a sigh of relief when the pleasure faded, of course it was irritating, that feeling of finished was so close, but it fading away was as good as anything else, it meant that he didn't... "He never was... On the 'bottom,' just... Me... Mistress."

Empty the tub and put it away. Jaks looked down at himself, naked, before looking back at Seinya. She... Wanted him to wander around naked? He gave a blush, obviously not comfortable being naked out in the open around a bunch of weird people, he did as she told though, he didn't want to cause a fuss.

Naked, Jaks pulled the tub out of her tent, he could feel their eyes on his body and his ears and cheeks went all the more red, once that task was done he returned to the tent, his eyes moving up her body as she slowly drifted off to sleep. Jaks liked when S'ric was sleeping better, he always looked a little more content, a little more peaceful, she... unnerved him.

And made him do evil things.

Like stand in one place all night.

Jaks closed his eyes and went to stand where she had pointed, his legs stood and his shoulders were moved forward, his head down his hands were pressed against the front of his thighs. A few times throughout the night Jaks nodded out, his head tipping forward and he'd wake up, his arms flying out to keep his balance. This sucked. He wanted to go home.

Seinya, being a half devil, didn't need near as much sleep as the rest of the camp. One of the reasons she found it so easy to train slaves as they were moving. A short nap was all that was required for her wake up refreshed and ready to play. Much to the detriment of any slave that did require a normal amount of sleep.  She slowly roused herself, stretching on the cot much like a feline, arching her back as she yawned. That was all it took for her sleep befuddled mind to become as alert as she'd been during the day. Without bothering to fetch clothes, as the planned on being rather... dirty... this morning, she sat up and peered into the darkness that was her room. Gripping the rod in her hand, and smiling a little, she slid off the cot and crossed the distance to what looked to be a barely awake Jaks. Silently, she stalked around him, debating on how to rouse him...

The cool metal tip pressed to the base of Jaks spine, which she twisted to shoot white hot agony into his body. "Time to play," she breathed softly, drawing the metal up his spine. Because of the amount of pressure she applied, welts and bruises were left in the wake of the rod. As though he'd been physically beat wherever the tool graced his skin. All the way up to his neck, where she applied enough pressure to make it feel as though his skull was shattered. Without the magic of the needle through his ear, Jaks could've passed out. Could've sought the solace unconsciousness would bring. But he couldn't even escape there.  There was no getting away from Seinya's pain, or pleasure, unless she wished it. The epitome of control.

She watched him for a moment, letting him adjust to the pain, before commanding, "Stand straight. If you fall, flinch, or double over, the pain will get worse." Seinya circled him then, mulling over what she would need to know. The basics, first. The rod touched his side, along a rib. The pain would be shattering. "I want to know your full name, and where you used to live." Couldn't sell him off someplace people might recognize him.  She held it there, waiting for an answer for as long as it would take him to answer. When it came to waiting for someone to gasp a response through pain, she could be rather patient.

His world was made of burning hot pain.

Jaks gnashed his teeth together to keep from screaming, his eyes burned and he stood still, fingers digging into his thighs. He heard her words and they made him freeze totally, his hand moving up to his side, not sure what pain he would try not to think of, his back, his head? His rib. Jaks breath hitched as he breathed in. His name? Where he lives?

"Jaks Anensia... Mistress." His face was pale and his breathing was irregular and hitched, his fingers were digging into his palms and he trying to keep himself from swaying, from dropping to his knees. Jaks let out a gasp of pain before sucking in air through his teeth, "I'm from Adela, but I'm an a-a-a-archeologist, I have a house in Essyrn, and Ketra, and a place to stay in a small settlement in Draconi forest...M-Mistress."

Speaking quickly, to end the pain, it burned, it hurt, it ached. Jaks felt something wet drip down his chin onto his chest, the blood dripped from his teeth biting his cheeks turned the inside of his lips red with the blood and saliva. His cheeks were wet with tears and his eyelashes clumped together, and his breath drew in with sharp noise through his teeth.

Never in his life had he even imagine such pain, he wanted to crumple and sleep, but the threat of it being worse kept him up right, body shaking from the strain it put him through.

It thrilled Seinya to watch him tremble with pain, though there was no light for him to see her. What thoughts he did have were coated in agony, what responses he provided were simply the truth because he didn't have the opportunity to make anything up.The rod left his skin when he started talking, though the lingering effects of the pain were still there. She had a good enough memory she didn't need to write any of this down. An archeologist from Adela, but he owned houses in Essyrn, Ketra, and Draconi forest. Fantastic. They were obviously not going to try and sell him in any of those areas, but she'd make a note to get the addresses later on. Not like he'd need the possessions anymore.

Seinya allowed him a couple minutes reprieve, circling him like some cat, and he were a mouse. As she made one circuit, she drug the rod along his shoulders, pleased when bloodfilled welts rose up beneath his skin. "What were you doing so far north?" She was very curious where the werewolf factored in all this. And she'd find out. Eventually. She stopped in front of him, smiling sweetly as she made the lamp turn on with a wave of her hand. She loved how the light splayed over his form. The welts decorated him, and he seemed to be fighting to stay upright. Seinya turned away to get dressed, taking her time while leaving Jaks to deal with the pain she'd dealt. Mild compared to what a whole session with her consisted of.

As she laced up the front of her top, the she-devil turned to regard him. "Tell me about your werewolf. I don't think I've ever had one as a pet. Would you recommend we catch him instead of killing him?" Seinya then indicated his body with a look of minute displeasure. "And you're sweaty again." She tsked before brushing a lock of sweaty hair from his neck. Seinya took a seat on the table, crossing her legs.

Jaks let out a whimper his back arching in a silent cry when she drew the rod across his back, more blood drinking down his chin as he panted heavily. Mind was reeling, he was so tired. Why wouldn't she let him sleep? He gave a quiet sobbing breath, his tongue tasted like rust, " I was on a dig, in the tundra, Mistress." The word dropped out of his mouth with no trouble, he was too tired to over think.

"S'ric is a very large man, I'm a little taller than his elbow. He uses me sexually and punishes me when I run away, Mistress." and I'd rather be with him. Jaks had a moment of bravado and he turned his face towards Seinya, blinking slowly, "You'd want to kill him, Mistress." he'd eat you alive if you don't.

His body still trembled, his breath was shaky and when she told him he was sweaty, "I'm sorry, mistress." came out in a whisper, his head down, his hair obscuring his face, not caring that he had blood dripping down his face, that the little drops of blood were trailing down his chest.

It was so very wonderful how compliant Jaks was. Pain was a fantastic motivator. Every question, he answered. Every demand, he fulfilled. In the morning, she'd spent more time asking him questions, pressing the metal rod to that very slender body of his, watching as he trembled and welts rose up on his body. Even though he healed quickly, Seinya continued to decorate him with proof of her power over him.

It thrilled the she-devil to watch him struggle to keep up when she rode her mare during the day. Between not getting any sleep and the attention he'd received in the morning, he was running on pure desperation. Anytime he slowed, the pain was there. At lunch she'd let him collapse where he wanted, resting while the crew and Seinya ate. The crew was usually quiet around Seinya when she was with a new pet. They were all aware of what the rod could do to them. And when she had a pet, the she-devil was always ready to use it. Lunch time was the only break he got though.

After a whole evening of traveling, they stopped and as before, she'd expected him to take care of her mare and draw a bath. While he'd been traveling, he'd only the pain as a companion. This evening, she was going to teach him some of the finer arts that would be expected of him as a slave. There was no pain as a motivator as she invited him into the tub again. Which they didn't leave until the water was cold, most of it having been spilt over the sides. From there, Seinya took him on her cot, showing him more of what she expected, keeping his body aflame with the pleasure side of her control. While there was no pain, he still was left just as exhausted. The she-devil was insatiable. At least he was able to sleep, as she allowed him to pass out on the cot next to her.

Which made it infinitely easier for her to rouse him after the couple hours she slept to continue her lesson. Any time it seemed his body was ready to give out, she pushed him further with the pleasure side of the needle. No matter his mental stamina, she demanded more and more out of his body. The morning left Seinya is a very good mood. As before the traveling they did was at a steady pace. Jaks was allowed to ride with her... but only so she could humiliate him more by giving him more of the pleasure. Wondering how long his control would hold, and when he would break down and touch her like he had in the tub. Nothing too bad, but it amused her all the same. Seinya had no shame.

At lunch, as before, he was allowed to rest. A mere hour of sleep before she woke him with an orgasm. It amused her to watch him squirm awake. After which she pulled him back up on her horse, and proceeded to tease him all the way to the next camp site. When the tent was set up, she pulled him in for a mixture of the two, giving him equal doses of pleasure and pain while pinning him to the cot.

Kill me.

He clung to the edge of a cliff. His self, his mind, so close, so nearly broken, so painfully bruised and battered.  Humiliation finally set in on the horse, he'd been too tired to cry, to do anything but give in to the woman. The rest of the time he was dazed, his body was black and blue, the blisters and welts healed within the day, but the bruises darkened and turned darker and yellow on the outsides, his back was one massive bruise, his sides, his ear still stung from where the needle was pressed through it.

There was barely a moment where Jaks had his breath, if it wasn't pleasure beyond anything it was walking, if it wasn't walking it was a second long nap that left him more exhausted that refreshed. The method of waking up had him twitchy and there was more teasing on the way to the next camp. Sobbing breaths, bucking hips, to make it stop, to make it go away.

It didn't work.

Then another camp, masochistic pleasure.

Jaks kept his hands on her hips, fingers digging into her skin while he moved under her, too tired to scream anymore, his throat raw, his lips red from biting them, dark purple smudges under his eyes. In other words, Jaks looked like shit.

Small moans left his throat, his mind chanted with the moans, they weren't moans of pleasure, they were hunks of words, a few gasping sobs as he moved. He wanted it to end. Where was the werewolf? Why wasn't the werewolf here to save him? Surely he was looking for him. Jaks gripped Seinyas hips harder, letting out a panting sob as the pleasure and pain mixed further.

Dead eyes. Jaks had a pair of very beautiful green dead eyes, he looked up at Seinya, his eyes moving from their groins, up her belly, to her breasts, to her face. End it, kill me, pour the water on the fire, please, please, please. Where was S'ric?

He should've known. From the moment he left Jaks alone, S'ric should've known something was going to happen. For all the times the werewolf was vigilant, the one time he wasn't cost him. And Jaks. His elf. The one soul in the world that S'ric actually felt responsible save for his own. The one soul in the world that he actually wanted safe, the one he didn't want to be hurt. At least, not by anyone other than himself. The hunting had been slow. He was tired, and because of it his first meal had been fish. They were easier to catch, but hardly filling. He'd practically flopped in the water at first, until snapping a few of the dry meated pray down. Which woke his hunger, roused him to actually chase down a buck.

S'ric had devoured the whole thing, bones, fur, and all. That gave him enough energy to hunt for down three rabbits, a doe, one unlucky vulture, and a lynx. All of which didn't compare to how filling the bear was. By the time S'ric was not only full, but actually –not- hungry, the whole of the forest had settled into terrified silence around him. Such was the way of it when he moved into new places. Even the birds learned they were on his menu. If S'ric could catch it, it was fair game. Of course, all this hunting took over the better part of a night and into the morning. Ready to curl up and sleep, which he'd yet to do, S'ric had wandered into the clearing he'd left his elf. Only to find he was gone. Even though his was tired, the anger that shot through him didn't care. The first thought was that Jaks had run again.

Ten minutes of sniffing around told him otherwise.

His scent was just... gone. As thought he'd never left. Only the area S'ric had left him was marked, letting the werewolf know that he wasn't crazy. Jaks had been here... and now he wasn't. Not only that, but there was absolutely no scent trail. None. Not even one that suggested he'd been carried off. Of course, S'ric wasn't daft enough to think that Jaks had managed to wipe himself off the werewolf's radar. Which meant someone else had.

Someone else had taken Jaks. His elf.

All of S'ric bristled at the thought. Sleep was no longer a wish, not even a possibility. Someone had Jaks. Someone had taken him from S'ric. And he was going to be very angry when he finally found them. The lack of a scent trail didn't deter the werewolf, but it did slow him down. Starting where he'd left Jaks, S'ric began to search in steadily expanding circles. There would be a hint of where they went. Something. Broken branches, footprints, scuffed leaves, pressed foliage where they made camp... S'ric wasn't just a wolf, he was a human. He knew what to look for that some animal might miss. And while he wasn't the best at finding footprints, the drag marks were noticeable.

Which led him to where the camp had been. Even though he'd followed such an obvious visible trail, he still smelt nothing. As though he was purposefully being deterred. So be it. He followed the much more obvious trail the campers had taken, the going slow just because he didn't want to lose the trail.

Then, as though he'd stepped through some invisible barrier, the smells returned. Jaks. He'd paused, sorting through the smells, cataloguing, remembering, and filtering through the plethora of scents around. Horses. Men. Humans. Something... decidedly not... and his elf. With a growl, his slow pace turned into a run through the woods. With his nose to guide him, still in his very large wolf form, the ground fell beneath him in a blur. For S'ric, who had yet to sleep, he kept this rapid pace up until he came to the second camp. They were still ahead of him by some lengths...

Ignoring the strain it cost him, and the deep pants required to actually get enough air, S'ric ran some more. Anger added to his stamina, and while most would've cooled off after so long, so tiring a journey, it just pissed him off all the more.

By nightfall on the second day, he found them. A couple were out and about, clearly the lookout, while the others were nestled in tents. Since he was down wind, on purpose, the horses didn't know he was here. Nestled amongst some thick brambles, S'ric caught his breath, black fur blending into the encroaching twilight. Jaks was there. Somewhere. His whole body was tense with anticipation despite the running it'd taken him to get here. The strain would cost him once the anger wore down. For now though, it was fuel enough.

Horses were like alarms when attacking camps of men. There was no way to effectively silence them without alerting the men, and they would rouse the whole camp. Good. His bloodlust was peeked. There were the unfortunate souls that had taken something that belonged to him. And he fully intended on killing them to make sure it never happened again. The running, the wear and tear he'd endured up to this point had left his human side buried deep within the beast, giving himself over to animalistic purpose to find them. This also meant he didn't even try to plan a better course of action other than: kill them all. The wolf in him could settle for no less.

With minimal energy, body pained from the run, and mental state rather frayed when it came to humanity, S'ric leapt from the brush to land on one of the men. His weight crumble his frail human bones, producing a sickening crunch before he hopped from that body to the next. That's all he got before the horses freaked. Even though they'd been tied to trees, they reared and screamed, alerting everyone in the vicinity that he was there.

S'ric wasted no time, barreling into a tent just as someone was trying to come out. The canvas provided little protection as S'ric tore into it, and the man it contained. He wasn't even sure what his claws sank into, but he pulled back with a power none of the human men could match... and promptly threw part of the man's ribs and spine off to the side. The smell of blood fueled his ire.

His ears pressed flat to his skull, ignoring the animal's shrieks, before turning to the nearest man. Drawing back lips to reveal glistening canines, S'ric lunged.

*****
He was so very close to breaking. Another morning, another day... so very little time, and before she knew it, this elf would be a trained slave ready to be whisked off to market. She'd watched and felt the steady deterioration of him, judged the way he responded. Never had Seinya had a pet that gave in so easily. He hated pain though, more than he hated anything she made him do. Which happened to be unlucky for him, as she often used that as a motivator.

It thrilled her more so to learn he healed so rapidly, quickly becoming a clean slate for her to work with. Physically, of course. Mentally, he bore each welt, each release, as something fatal. Breaking down what little resistance he had. Breaking him.

Seinya loved every minute of it. The deterioration turned her on more than anything else. Her exact control over him, the way she could make him respond to her, was a heady addiction. This was the whole reason she was a slaver. Not the profit, but the 'work'.

Poised over Jaks, Seinya was more involved this time than any other. Why? Because he'd soon lose all of who he was, and that was such wonderful motivation. Who knows, maybe by the end of this night, he'd be broken. The she-devil could certainly try. Next, she could...

The horses outside screamed. Normally, this would be cause enough for her to poke her head out. But she was busy, and in wasn't all that rare that one of the men pissed off one of the horses. When his fingers dug into her hips, Seinya impaled herself harder. She liked the stronger grip. The she-devil leaned forward, hands to either side of his head, as she panted softly. He was closed off, trying to save what was left. He looked gorgeous so... violated. So broken. Feeling close to her own end, Seinya groaned just as Jaks growled.

Wait.

She looked down at him. He wasn't growling. Frowning, her attention wandered to the tent opening. The largest wolf head she'd ever seen had pushed aside the fabric. Though she couldn't see any of his body, if the head was any indicator, the beast was big. So... this was the werewolf. He was growling, crystal blue eyes very much intent on her, with lips pulled back to reveal long, bloodied fangs.

***

After the first tent, he'd not destroyed any others. Rather, he'd peek in, trying to find Jaks. He couldn't go collapsing tents if Jaks happened to be in one. Doing so had earned him cut to his head that had nearly taken off his whole ear, and would've cut into his skull had he not ducked. The man had been waiting, rather than running out to fight with his other companions. He died just as quickly when S'ric's large clawed hand reached in, dragging him close so he could bite one end of the man, such as his face, before pulling his legs with his claws. The human flailed until his neck snapped and his head came off.  Which S'ric promptly crushed before moving on.

Just as he was about to duck into another small tent, some sound... a very familiar sound, drew his attention. Of course, this meant that some man was able to actually stab him. He'd been stalking toward the sound of Jaks when the blade was pushed into his back. Had he not been frayed and tired, he'd have heard the man. Luckily, the mundane weapon wasn't going to cause any lasting damage. Whipping around, the blade lodged is his upper back, S'ric racked the man with a claw, pulling him close with the other, and promptly biting down on his shoulder. The muscles in his jaw tensed as he applied enough pressure to crush his collarbone and shoulder, sinking his fangs in, before pulling away. Flesh and bone was pulled off the human, who didn't even get to scream before he crushed his neck.

With the sword still in his back, producing a dull ache, S'ric finally made it to the tent he thought... He pushed his head in, and went rigid. Mostly out of sheer fury. It was one thing to take what was his, it was another to hurt, mark, and claim it. Growling, he managed not to simply leap at her. Jaks was beneath her, and he looked... S'ric didn't even want to focus on that right now. Couldn't. He was already as pissed as he was going to get.

Crossing the space in the span of a breath, he pulled the woman off, twisting to pin her to the floor. He didn't end it quickly, but rather, pressed most of his upper body weight to her neck. She drove some metal instrument against his arm... and his vision blurred for the briefest of moments as sharp pain, more than he'd felt in quite some time, shot up his appendage. The muscles protested, ached, and threatened to give... but the smell of the woman, the knowledge that she'd taken something from him, dulled that protest to a whimper in the back of his mind. The agony flared across his chest, threatening his already adrenalin spiked heart, causing a pain there he'd only felt when someone had tried to carve it out of him. S'ric shivered at the depth of the sensation, caught between the sickeningly sweet pleasure of it.... and the sheer defiance it took not to pull away.

It was a silent battle between the pain she created in him, and the air he denied her.

Unfortunately for the woman, S'ric was too angry, too... stubborn, to pull away. Even as he felt the left half of his body go numb, shutting down because there was simply no more he could demand from it. With a last grunt of anger, this one more tired than anything else, he crushed her neck.

The pain flipped off automatically, and S'ric withdrew, crouching. Trying not to sway and fall over. No sleep for more than a week, continual running, the sword in the back, and now the pain... He was near the end of his stamina. Shaking himself to become more aware, and causing the sword to waver in his back, he straightened. With a grunt of effort, he reached around and withdrew the half that had been sheathed in him. His very blue eyes landed on Jaks, all anger washing away. He'd found his elf, killed the damned woman... and all he wanted to do was curl up and sleep. Edging slowly to Jaks, occasionally leaning forward to use a clawed hand to help move, his eyes ran over his elf. Bruised, sweaty, injured.... there was real guilt as he brushed a clawed hand against Jaks' chest. All because S'ric had been... for once... careless.

At that, he pulled away and hobbled over to the tent entrance. A brief look outside let him know that only the horses were left. Bodies were scattered, torn. They should be alone. Should. He hoped. There wasn't much fight left in him. Straightening with a growl, S'ric returned to Jaks and carefully lifted him, holding him protectively and possessively, before making his way to the nearby stream. They both needed it, as far as S'ric was concerned. The way to the water was a blur. He was vaguely aware of how they got there, but didn't actually become aware until he simply sat in the shallow water, too tired to move. Too tired to even release Jaks. With his ears pressed flat, eyes closed, S'ric simply tried to relax.

[ Longest post I've typed in... err... awhile... >_> ]

Sluggish was a good word for Jaks.


Even after Seinya had been pulled off of him by the giant black beast Jaks stayed still, his fingers still curled, one arm flopped over the cot, his knuckles brushing against the ground. This was a dream. He'd died and this was a dream. Jaks could feel tears well into his eyes, make his temples hot with the salty mixture.

His fingers curled against his hip, his mouth was still open and he was panting slowly. He heard the scuffle beside him, he even turned to look, but he didn't see anything, he saw his Mistress being pinned by a giant wolf creature. Saw her die. Felt... Relaxed. His arm still hung off of the cot and his body was slowly cooling from the sweat.

With the woman dead Jaks eyes rolled up into the back of his head and with a soft sigh, of course he didn't really fall asleep, his eyes kept opening and he could remember a gentle paw at his chest, being lifted and clung to like a precious package. He panted lowly, precious package. He must have blanked out the rest of the breaking and this was the result.

Jaks eyes didn't look any brighter, he let himself be carried to his new prison, the thoughts of S'ric coming to save him had floated out of his mind during the last crucial seconds. It wasn't until he felt cold water at his legs that he frowned and looked up to see a familiar inky face.

"S'ric..." The word came out a croak and Jaks arms moved to cling to the giant werewolf, the bruises on him were dark purple and blue, yellow on the outside, the purple smudges under his eyes made them all the more green, the general lifeless eyes as he clung and pressed his face into s'rics.

The elf didn't care that S'ric was just happy to get his elf back. It... Jaks moved his hand to S'rics large wolfy head and ran his fingers over the muzzle before his eyes clouded with tears, and his breath hitched. The pain in his chest felt good. Dry sobs rose up around them, and his shoulders were shaking, fingers clinging to the fur. For at least a half hour Jaks sobbed into the fur, until his eyes were red and wet with tears and until all he could do was tremble.

Comfort and the exhaustion of the past days caught up with him after the much needed cry, with his head resting against S'rics shoulder, Jaks gave a last breathy sob before he closed his eyes and slept, body still trembling in his sleep from the pure drain on his lips, the pain he'd been through, the endless string of pleasure that he didn't want.

Clinging like a lifeline, Jaks, unless his hands were pried free, wouldn't be letting go of S'ric anytime soon, nor would he be waking up. At least not after a good long rest.

The water wasn't really deep, but blissfully cool. It barely compared to the sheer relief that flooded through him when Jaks muttered his name. He leaned into the touch as his elf ran a hand over his muzzle. And promptly collapsed against S'ric. The werewolf enveloped him is his rather large embrace, making it hard to pick out the slender elf that was nestled against his black fur and covered him his arms. S'ric's hind legs further obscured Jaks.

S'ric just let him cry. There was nothing he could do but keep a hold of Jaks. He didn't even have the energy to shift to his human self. He needed to sleep, but first, he wanted to make sure Jaks was ok. As ok as he could be, given whatever he'd gone through. S'ric had seen the bruising, knew what that meant, but he didn't know about the pain she'd inflicted that had no mark. No physical one, anyways. So, he did the only thing he was capable of as a werewolf. Jaks weight was actually noticeable to him now, but that didn't matter. When Jaks finally succumbed to sleep, S'ric managed to stay up long enough to shift and lean against a small rock. It was only big enough to brace his lower back and no more, but that was enough. Wrapped around Jaks, arms curled around him, head dipped down to rest on his shoulder, S'ric fell asleep. Or rather, faded into dark oblivion. Too tired to resist.

The morning sun woke him. And while the water should've been cold, S'ric's heat kept it from being so directly around Jaks. Feeling infinitely better, having finally got some sleep, S'ric stretched as much as he was able while still holding on to Jaks. His elf was bruised, dirty, and still smelt remotely of the woman. Opting to stay as a werewolf, since he was bigger and warmer this way, S'ric ran a clawed hand through the water, then over Jaks back. He wasn't sure if it'd rouse Jaks, but wasn't too concerned. They slept the whole evening and morning, until the sun had managed to peek over the trees and down at them. So, still situated in the water, S'ric continued to essentially clean Jaks off with the water running off his fur, and a wide clawed hand running over him.

S'ric tried not to think about it. Of course, trying not to meant he did. The werewolf was pissed, more at himself than anything. He was usually so careful, so vigilant. And this one time of being tired, of wandering off without checking the surrounding area... and Jaks was taken. Not for hours, rather, but days. Sure, the loss of his scent had factored into it, but S'ric was more apt to blame himself because he had caused the whole thing. He cared for, and was responsible for, Jaks. Himself, and Jaks. That was it. He didn't have a pack, no friends, and no family. Yet he'd managed to lose Jaks. Something that he did not do often. His favorites had been taken before, but for hours, not days. And they'd not been harmed. Not to this extent. S'ric had bounties that had taken his favorites, only to have an angry werewolf tear them apart in public rather than hunting them down to do it in a more private setting. He didn't hesitate when someone messed with his things.

Eyes blinked slowly and the sound of running water and the feeling of a warm furry paw-thing on his chest, stroking, washing. Jaks tensed for a moment and looked around slowly before he was being washed again, his body slack, a lifeless doll in S'ric's arms. The needle. The needle was still through his ear. With a shaky hand, Jaks moved it up, brushing it against his ear, the movement of the needle in his ear gave him a wave of pleasure and pain which made him shudder and close his eyes, his teeth clamping around his lower lip.

"The needle..." He gave a quiet sob as he fingers pulled at it, managing to make his ear bleed again with the tugging, his arms too weak to bend the metal even the slightest. It dripped down onto his shoulder, down the side of his neck, fingers slick with it. If he got this out it wouldn't hurt anymore, Jaks had managed to pull one bend of the needle through the bottom of his ear, near the tip, the wound slowly dripped blood down into the water, onto S'ric before he gave up. And sat with his head bowed.

What should he do? Jaks pressed his hands into the water between his legs, pulling at rocks and moving them in his hands. Examining them. Jaks moved his hands to S'ric's body and slowly lifted himself up, the tip of his ear still bleeding from where he'd pulled the needle out of it. Slowly he walked to a more shallow spot, where the water simply trickled across the smooth rocks. His body was decorated in bruises, the line up his back, the ones on his rips, by now he had them just about everywhere, of course they looked older than they were but when Jaks laid down on his back in the cold water, he closed his eyes.

Taking a few breathes he sat up, facing the big inky werewolf. Licking his lips, Jaks moved a hand to his ear before drawing away slightly and then looking down at the ground. " Could you.. Remove the needle please?" Jaks paused for a moment, " If I do it'll just end up ripping my ear off and... I... I like my ears."  His voice was soft, and his hands dropped between his legs again, staring at the rocks as the cold water slowly numbed his body to go with his already numbed brain.

Hm. Jaks felt a spark of his old self when he fleetingly wished he had clothes because his ass was cold.

S'ric was actually content as he held Jaks. Everything had been fixed after he killed all the humans, took Jaks, and finally got some rest. At least, everything was fixed to him. The bruises would fade, the marks would leave his elf's body, and S'ric... S'ric wasn't about to let him go anywhere without him. If that meant he spent the rest of the trip eating fish so Jaks could be close by, so be it.

The sweet tang of blood knocked S'ric out of his thoughts, subconsciously making the werewolf growl. He loved the smell... His very intent gaze landed on Jaks as his elf attempted to remove a needle that had been twisted through his ear. It took every ounce of will not to rip it out. While S'ric happened to adore the smell of Jaks' blood, it was what the needle represented. A claim on Jaks. A physical sign that someone else had put there. Of course, S'ric could see that Jaks was in no condition to have anything ripped off of him, so he calmed. Some. S'ric hated when people marked his things.

So intent on calming himself, S'ric let Jaks pull away. Watched him lay for a moment before S'ric actually fell back in the water, and rolled. Effectively rinsing the whole of himself off, as well as getting a rather nice scrub from twisting amongst rocks and the like. Just as he stood up, black fur dripping though it did nothing to diminish his size, he saw Jaks watching him. After which, he made a request. "Could you.. Remove the needle please? If I do it'll just end up ripping my ear off and... I... I like my ears."

The werewolf whole heartedly agreed to removing it. Not bothering to shake off, S'ric moved over to Jaks. He had to near lay down to be on level with Jaks, so he settled for crouching and bending down. A large claw, very carefully and expertly, began to bend the needle, slowly working to take it out. For all his size and strength, he was wildly gentle when the time called for it. While it took him a little longer, S'ric managed to get the metal out of Jaks' ear with no more damage to it. That close to the blood though... and no more mark to signal someone else had sought to claim his elf... well, he couldn't help the growl as he licked Jaks shoulder where the blood had dripped. And along Jaks' neck, where some of the blood had trailed... Not even Jaks ear was free from S'ric wanting to taste. Recognizing it would hurt, S'ric's tongue only ran over his ear twice. Before S'ric forced himself to take a step back. Of course, he was still eying Jaks' hungrily, but it was S'ric's fault his elf was hurt to begin with. That guilt was the only thing that kept him from crawling on Jaks and taking a little more than a couple licks.

It was odd, something so gentle coming from such a huge beast.
It hadn't healed at all, the foreign object through his delicate ear had kept it fresh, the relief of that object being removed was too much and Jaks gave a quiet sigh, moving a hand up to touch his ear, free of the needle, the pain. The tongue on his shoulder made him tense, felt it go up to his neck, to his ear.

His ear.

Jaks closed his eyes slightly and gave a moan, the pain from a tongue to the wound was overshadowed by the pleasure the tongue to his ear gave. Fleetingly Jaks thanked any god in the sky that Seinya hadn't explored his ears more, if she wanted him to have been really into the training she would have given her attention to those.

She didn't though, so Jaks leaned in a little, eyes closing, his mouth slightly open, relaxed. "S'ric..." A soft sigh. It was wrong to be comfortable, there was a giant werewolf who probably wanted to do horrible things to him right now. Jaks knew the blood did strange things to him. Well, normally Jaks knew that, but Jaks-Jaks was still burried under dead green eyes and a blanket of serenity. Calm.

Of course, that would end, Jaks noticed that the day was getting darker and the sky was moving oddly. The elfs eyes were closed before his head smashed into the rocks behind him, a dead faint. The near half a days sleep only made him more tired and with the needle out of his ear Jaks didn't really have anything to discomfort him from his rest. The cold water didn't wake him up, the feeling of hard rocks against his back didn't wake him up, Jaks was completely passed out, the water washed the blood away from his ear and an oddly peaceful look was on the poor tortured elfs face.

Normally, if his favorite feinted, S'ric would at least make sure they didn't hurt themselves. However, if he had moved forward and touched Jaks, well, he only had so much control. So he watched Jaks tip back and fall. Probably a good thing too. The werewolf licked his lips, savoring the taste before straightening and shifting. He had the energy now, so it wasn't a problem. He stood dressed in his enchanted coat, shirt, pants, and boots. Fully dressed, cleaned, and alert. He eyed Jaks, mostly focusing on his bleeding ear, before S'ric scooped him up and carried him out of the water.

S'ric made his way back to the campside. He was hardly an emotional man, and while he was annoyed at the bodies, he wasn't angry at the whole campsite. That didn't even make sense. Shifting Jaks weight to one arm, he pulled the tent from it's stakes and drug the canvas off to the side, exposing the small table and cot that had been in it. Which he then stretched Jaks out on the cot. He didn't want a cloth barrier, something that would hide Jaks from him, while he went about cleaning up his mess. The horses, still tied up, watched him with wide, fearful eye while he took the bodies some distance into the woods.

Not that S'ric planned on staying here... but he couldn't very well run around with Jaks out like he was. While he let Jaks rest, he sorted through the supplies, seeing if anything caught his attention. Such as a couple knives, since his had been left... Not that he was picky. And since there were several horses, S'ric made a meal out of one of them. He did save enough to cook for Jaks. As it went, most favorites didn't eat raw meat. For the rest of the time, while he waited for Jaks to rouse, he spent searching around the camp. Just in case.

The blackness was a wonderful escape. Jaks woke up before dawn the next day, birds were chirping at the sun, begging it to rise. He rubbed at his thighs, staring for a moment at the odd bruises on his hips and legs. Oh, right... Jaks stopped moveing for a moment, his keen eyesight working in the oh so dim light. Something off to the side caught his attention, and Jaks got up off of the cot, being naked in nature would normally make Jaks ashamed, but he'd been without clothes for a few days now, he didn't really care anymore who saw him.

What caught Jaks eye was a book of paper. What amazed Jaks more was that when he went to examine it was completely blank, every single page had been safe from the massacre and it was pristine and blank. Jaks hugged it for a moment before he found a small leather case of pencils, his hands glinding over it before he returned to sit on the cot, putting the book onto his lap.

Jaks wanted to draw. His fingers itches to draw. But what?

A sliver of sunlight brushed over the horizon and Jaks drew his eyes to S'ric. His face. Jaks gave a sad smile and started to draw, smudge, by the time he was finished he had an almost photographic drawing of S'ric sleeping, looking almost peaceful instead of his usual overly grumpy face. Jaks gave a small smile before his ear gave him a sharp pain when he went up to itch it, giving a quiet yelp of pain before clamping his hand over his mouth, staring at S'ric.

Carefully Jaks put the book to the side moving his knees to his chest to hug them, hiding his lower face in them, quietly, staring. Now that he was aware of it, he could feel the heat that came off of his ear, it wasn't infected, oh no, but it was healing a place he'd never hurt before, they were already mostly closed up, still sensitive, still painful.

Jaks cleared his throat, S'ric would probably want to be up, it was light out, they would be having to get moving... Jaks would have to find some clothes... He looked at the book of paper and the leather case of pencils. He would keep them. He wanted them. Jaks gently touched the side of the page, well, at least S'ric looked happy here. "I... Can you help me find some clothes?" Still curled up, his hair over his shoulder and tangled, a few chunks of it were wrapped around his good ear.

He looked pathetic and tired.

S'ric remained stretched out on the ground, unconcerned that he may get dirty. Being a werewolf sort of meant it was a given. And while he itched to be on his way, he had to wait for Jaks. Patience was hardly a strong trait. When he heard Jaks moving about, he didn't so much as budge. Mostly because even now he could remember the wound, the taste...  Eyes partially closed, he simply settled for peering up at the sky. It was safe to look there. Even if he was painfully aware of Jaks, of every movement, every breath... the yelp of pain... it was amazing S'ric didn't shiver.

The guilt had something to do with it.

The werewolf didn't give a damn about anyone in the world. All humans were food, most humanoids were. And if they weren't something to eat, they were something to kill. Other shifters were competition, and he killed them. That's how he saw the world. In a 'kill it or eat it' view. He was, of course, the obvious exception. And so was Jaks. S'ric did not own a great many things, he never saw the need. But the things he did claim as his own he took care of. His territory, his cabin, and Jaks.... He'd never failed before. Someone trespassed, he hunted them down. Someone stole something from his cabin, he took it back and killed the thief. But Jaks had been gone for two days. Two. Not hours. And the woman had marked him, officially claiming Jaks. Taking his elf and making Jaks her own. It made his blood boil. It wasn't theft, it had been a successful attempt at taking Jaks.

"I... Can you help me find some clothes?"

The sound roused him enough to actually open his eyes and look at Jaks. Features etched in the epitome of neutrality, S'ric rolled to his feet and walked over to a pile he'd made. Clothes he thought Jaks might be able to use. They were all different sizes and S'ric was no tailor. He grabbed a handful of shirts, a couple pairs of pants, then tossed them toward Jaks. Unwilling to move any closer. Unwilling to say anything. S'ric barely even looked at him.

While Jaks found what he wanted to wear, S'ric made his way over to the remaining horses. Most shied away, screaming their protest. But one. While the white mare was nervous, it was because of how the other horses were reacting. She must've been used to creatures other than humans. Perfect. Ignoring the other beasts, despite how tempted he was to kill them, S'ric went about saddling the white mare. She calmed under his touch, seemingly reassured by the lack of pain he wasn't going to eat her. The werewolf could admire the horse. She was well toned, clean... very much an adequate meal. But she was also docile, compliant, and easy to calm. Perfect for Jaks while S'ric was traveling with him. At least until they made it to the desert. Then S'ric would eat her.

Having the horse saddled and ready, he led her away from the others and back toward Jaks. He left her a few feet away, knowing he'd picked right because the mare simply stood. Waiting. "Come on," S'ric said, turning to go. He just expected Jaks to follow. They had a lot of traveling to do... a lot of ground to cover. With the horse, it would go a little faster while Jaks recovered.

** Three Days Later **

The pace had been vaguely rigorous. S'ric judged the horse's stamina, and moved accordingly. He just assumed Jaks would be fine with it since he wasn't actually doing any of the running. Granted, he didn't take into account how much of a pain being –on- the running horse would be. They stopped along the way long enough for S'ric to nap, the horse to relax, and he could eat. Anytime they came across water, S'ric would stop them to eat fish. Because he wasn't about to leave to go hunting. And fish were about as filling as... nothing. Even through the frequent stops, he was hungry all the time. Between the slow pace, the steady diet of fish, and his brooding guilt, he was just pissed off. The werewolf remained in wolf form because it made it easier. Both traveling, sleeping, and catching fish.

While the horse had not been thrilled with a 9 foot tall werewolf, the mare eventually became used to him. Rather quickly. Which was good, since S'ric didn't want to have to eat her prematurely because the beast was being difficult. But after so many fish, the horse was starting to look good regardless.

Soon enough, at near twilight on the third day of traveling, they found a suitable rest stop. The forest opened up to a rather small pond, where a waterfall poured from a rather high cliff. The ground had ceased being smooth the closer they got to the second mountain range they'd need to cross. This was the first of what would be plenty of cliffs.

Panting, the werewolf approached the shallow water's edge and promptly buried his muzzle in the water. Both drinking and cooling himself. And because that felt so good, he actually waded further into the water. When it was waist deep, the werewolf fell back and rolled around in the water. His bad mood momentarily dampened, S'ric stood, inky fur dripping wet, as he eyed the darker part of the water. He was hungry... Still. Even though his fur was flattened by the water, he was still very broad and tall. Wet fur only served to slim him a little.

Green eyes stared at the clothing that was thrown at him and Jaks drew back a little before ducking his head . S'ric not looking at him or saying anything or...  Even moved closer. Jaks rubbed his arms before he got up and changed into a pair of loose fitting clothing, the shirt hung off of one shoulder and he had to hitch the pants up occasionally, he fit the sketch book and pencil case under his arm before he followed after S'ric, forgetting about the horse for a moment before he climbed a top and began to follow...

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With each movement the horse made, Jaks winced and moved to the side, his knees pressed against the white mare and he lifted himself up off the saddle until his legs were numb and he was shaking from the strain. Three days on a saddle. Jaks' butt wasn't built for three days on a saddle. It was numb and he knew his tail bone was bruised.

A small relieved grunt left his lips when he got off the horse for the day, taking a few steps before he lay down, knees under his body and arms flailed upwards, Jaks rolled over and layed on his side, watching the big werewolf. Three days and S'ric had barely looked at him, hadn't done anything, hadn't thought to speak.

Still, Jaks couldn't help the smile that pulled at his lips when S'ric rolled around in the water like a big puppy. Looking down at himself, Jaks gave a shrug and took off his shirt before moving to the edge of the water, kneeling, cupping it and pushing it through his hair, scrubbing at his chest with his hands, the bruises were light green/yellow marks now, his hair clung to his shoulders and face and Jaks layed upside down, his upper body in the water and his legs still on the rocks.

Now, what to do?

"Why are you ignoring me? Did I do something?" Jaks was quiet, not sure if he actually wanted S'ric to answer him or not. Jaks wouldn't really like hearing that all of this was his fault. Jaks tilted his head back, the water soaking his hair as he looked upside down at S'ric. Curious.