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A city floating in the center of a lake, Ravok is a place of dark beauty, romance and culture. Behind it all though is the presence of Rhysol, God of Evil and Betrayal. The city is controlled by The Black Sun, a religious organization devoted to Rhysol. [Lore]

[Docks] A Hungry Wolf, is a Bad Wolf [Miro]

Postby Redd on August 24th, 2014, 9:36 am

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Day 88, Summer, 514 AV


Redd had known hunger before and she had known what starvation was like, she also knew what it was like to be on the brink of death, weak and her strength failing her with every day that passed. So when her master disappeared after the event at the kelvic centre, she had slowly begun to grow hungrier and hungrier as each day passed. She had attempted to shift the day before, in hopes that she may be able to catch some stray animals as desperation began to win out. The leather collar that was firmly locked around her pale neck strangled her once again and a blue and purple bruise had appeared along her skin underneath her collar once more. The gifted scarf that she had worn around her neck was now tied around her wrist, because she no longer wanted anything around her neck, she couldn’t stand it. The collar around her throat felt like it was choking her, she didn’t want a scarf wrapped around her neck to double that effect. Indeed, she was losing hope that her master would ever return. He had barely been around all season and now, there had been a lack of his presence for a few days. Where had she gone wrong to deserve such hunger from him?

The young woman began to pace the docks, her bare feet brushing against the wooden planks underneath as she tried to decide as to what to do. She was dressed as she normally would be, apart from the red scarf being wrapped around her wrist, she was dressed in her black garb. Her red brindled hair, brushed against her shoulders as she shook her head in thought. The familiar pain of being left behind filled her form as she squeezed her hazel hues closed and came to a stop, a soft growl upon her lips. At this point she couldn’t care less about how the humans that passed looked at her, she was hungry and in a city where there was so many bodies… That was it! Her eyes snapped open as she looked around for someone walking around with food. Maybe she could take food from someone. After-all, in the wilds it was the strongest of the fittest and that meant if one was stronger, she could simply take the food from someone weaker in order to live.

With another growl that settled upon her lips, she slipped into the shadows of the buildings, it was what she would have done if she had been hunting for a doe or buck and she began to pay attention to the items that the humans were carrying. Lifting her nose, she began to also scent out anything that even resembled food. While she would prefer something like meat which would sustain her for a longer period of time, she would even settle for something called bread until she could work out how to get the collar off. Bread wasn’t exactly something she considered appetizing, but she had noticed that is was more common at the moment and her observations were correct as some dark haired man walked passed. His appearance looked scruffy enough to remind her of a traveler, for he even had stubble framing his jaw. His clothes were still dirty from the road, not like a citizen where they mostly had clean clothes and a neat appearance. Upon finding her target, she slinked out of the shadows, her footsteps hurrying after the man before she lost him to the crowd, a feat which was easy to do. She wouldn’t be able to scent him out, if she did lose him, for there were too many scents from the crowd.

Upon closing in upon the male, she reached out a hand to rip open the back pack and snag the hunk of bread that had been slightly sticking out. ”Hey!” He cried out and spun around to grasp the wrist of her hand that held the bread. Her hazel eyes dropped to view the hand that held a grasp upon her wrist and a growl began to bubble its way up onto her lips. He was providing to be a barrier between her and the food that she now held. That would just not simply do for the wolf, she had to eat, her survival counted on her eating this, otherwise, she would begin to feel the familiar effects of her own strength leaving her and there was no way that she was going to allow that without a fight. A snarl then tore through her as she lunged towards him, her sharp teeth bare and ready to rip into his throat. A cry of alarm passed the stranger's lips before he brought an arm up to protect his face. A mistake on his part, for she didn’t necessarily care about the face, a wolf learned that any damage was better than none and she sunk her teeth into his forearm, her slightly elongated canines piercing quickly through his skin and she tasted blood. Blood! Oh how long had it been since she tasted such a treat? This only served to double her efforts of attacking the male as she gave way to a more primal lust for blood.
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[Docks] A Hungry Wolf, is a Bad Wolf [Miro]

Postby Miro on August 27th, 2014, 10:00 am

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Miro had left the Foundation to patrol and fill his role as a Master Apprentice in the Ebonstryfe. He was like a Soldier in plain clothes, if his attire could be deemed anything of the sort. Things would be fine at the shop for a while, so he had plenty of time to see that Rhysol's law was upheld. He hadn't gotten far however before he came upon an encounter. It was a gruesome sight, enough that he sat back for a moment to watch. The probable details of the scenario began to unfold.

A woman was assaulting a man in a vicious manner, with her teeth. The collar around her neck gave her away as a slave, though she appeared quite malnourished. It was a shame to see an owner let their slave become a hollow and ravenous creature. The victim of this crime had food on him, and it was more than likely the motive for the assault. A simple enough crime, and a slave did not have many rights. There was only one thing left unanswered.

However for the time being the situation had to be resolved. Miro drew his gladius and moved swiftly with as much guile as he could manage behind the slave woman. The undead dropped his weight down beside the woman and slipped the blade between her neck and her victim's chest. He focused his Djed to the pathways that ran from his right leg and arm, began to redirect the strength from his leg to empower his arm.

The wizard positioned himself behind the slave and bent his arm into position. The edge of his blade came to rest atop her collar across her neck, just enough pressure to feel the cold sharp edge of the blade against her skin. The Chained One's wrist was wrapped about her neck and he gave a firm tug backwards. He hoped that this would cause her to release the grip of her bite. With the aggressor under control he could ask the question he needed answered.

Miro leaned in over the slave's shoulder to talk to the victim on the ground. Blood poured from his arm, and he was quite obviously startled. "Do you have your citizenship papers?" It was all the apprentice wished to ask, a simple enough question. The man was quiet for a moment, but after a few ticks he began to shake his head. "I don't have any papers, I am new to the city." The poor fool was a waste of time. How unfortunate.

The Master Apprentice had no time for such nonsense. A slave had few rights, but a non-citizen had none. The undead intensified the redirected Djed to empower his arm further. With one clean and swift motion he withdrew his blade and poised it behind the downed man's heart. A powerful thrust forward drove the tip of the blade deep into his chest. The look of sheer horror remained on the unlucky victim's face even after death.

The wizard removed his gladius and released the redirection of his Djed Flux. He heaved a sigh as he struggled up to his feet and sheathed his weapon. He gave one last look at the slave. At least she could eat now. She looked familiar, but Miro did not care to remember the face of every slave he encountered. Her worthless master could not even bother to care for her, so it was likely she would be dead soon anyways.

There was nothing left to do now but continue to patrol the Docks. Miro shook his head as he dusted himself off. He began to walk away, but as he passed the starved woman, he hesitated. The Reimancer wondered if perhaps he had decided to pass up an opportunity. Perhaps a worthless master would not miss his slave. It could be an easy steal. And this one had a bit of fight in her. The cravings were too powerful to resist.

Miro scoffed and turned around. He wanted to say, "Go find your master," but he knew he couldn't. No, Uldr wouldn't let him, the cravings were too strong. The Chained One smirked beneath his mask. "There, food for a meal, you can survive another day." The Aurist began to focus on the slave before him. He attuned his senses to her and began to expend Djed to sense her aura. The process was a struggle, but it came quickly.

As far as auras went, this woman's was very strange. It was quite faint in comparison to other sentient auras. At first the Aurist had attributed this to the hunger she was experiencing, but then there was something more, something odd. A feral sense, something unusual, but familiar. Then it clicked, all made so much sense. Not just a slave, but a Kelvic. Her aura was just like Artur's.

Miro's smirk grew into a grin. He was quite pleased, eager to find out what kind of Kelvic she might be. If only that collar wasn't there. But whatever it was, it had to be bigger than her human form. At least in the neck it did. The wizard ceased his focus on the aura for now to speak again. "If you are tired of hunger, you could come with me. I would feed you well, and all I ask is a bit of loyalty."
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Postby Redd on August 28th, 2014, 6:11 am

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Redd had adjusted her bite, just enough so then her teeth could get a better purchase upon the strange man's arm and as she did so, a growl erupted from the back of her throat. It was at this point that she felt another presence join the fray as he settled down beside her. She wasn’t aware of the weapon until its sharp edge was pressed against her neck and the figure had then settled down behind her and was firmly tugging her backwards. In favour of not really wanting to die just yet, she allowed this movement to pull her backwards, another growl upon her lips as she reluctantly let go of the arm. Her tongue darted out to slide along her bottom lip as she gathered up the blood that had settled there and her gaze was focused upon the sight of the bloody arm in front of her. Another scent seem to catch her attention as a male’s voice came from behind her and she lifted her nose just slightly enough to take in this scent. It was a scent that she recognized, mostly from when she had helped her master at the kelvic research center, but who it belonged to, was what she was trying to work out

She was just trying to work out who she knew that scent belonged to when she felt the sharp edge of the blade disappear from her neck and stab through the strange male. Her hazel hues widened a little as the presence from behind moved to stand up and walk away as she inched closer to the dead male, fully intent on eating him. Indeed, the loaf of bread had been completely forgotten completely. However, she heard the presence’s footsteps stop and turn and she finally turned her gaze to him and slowly inched away from the body. Redd wasn’t willing to go too far from it, however, she had almost expected the one armed man to claim it as his own, for it was his kill and his right. It was the words that came out of his mouth that stumped her. "There, food for a meal, you can survive another day." He was giving her the kill? That didn’t seem to make any sense to her, a wolf hardly gave away a kill. If he hadn’t of killed the man first, she would have killed him herself and she wouldn’t have given the kill to him. No way.

The young wolf angled her head suspiciously as her hazel hues flickered over the man’s figure for a moment, what was he hiding under his clothes that would make him generous. From what she had gathered, most of the population in Ravok didn’t really care for a starving slave and they especially were not going to give out free food. She eyed him for a moment, expecting some kind of punishment, except the male before her continued to surprise her even more as he gave her an offer, an offer that she was tempted to jump on. He offered food! However, the stinging bruise and the collar served as a reminder that she once had a master and like the rest of the others that she had placed her loyalties in, they had chased her away or disappeared, leaving her to her fate. A fate, that she was constantly struggling with, sometimes she wondered just how she had even managed to survive this far. When she had been only but a pup, she had thought that she would die of starvation and death had nearly claimed her for it, had it not been for a single grey wolf.

Now, here was this male offering something that was almost too good to pass up, except, he wanted her loyalty and her gaze flickered to view the man’s masked face. She then looked to the dead body and her stomach growled up at her, her fingers working as they squeezed into fists before releasing. Starvation, betrayal and loneliness was all she ever knew as she tried to find something or someone to place her loyalties in and she had begun to think that maybe she was supposed to die a lone wolf. Now? Here comes this man, killing a human, only to allow her to feast upon his body and make her an offer. A bloodied hand lifted to press to her collar as she briefly began to think about it. If she accepted, would he make her wear it? A soft growl worked its way onto to her lips as she thought about being made to wear the collar, it was frustrating to wear it for it restricted her as a whole. She didn’t want to go back to having to learn to read when all she wanted to do was hunt and kill.

However, even if she had somehow gotten the collar off and disappeared back into the wilds, she would surely perish. It was a wonder that she had even survived the first time and the growl subsided, a sigh replacing it. To survive would mean that she would need to place her loyalties in another person and she feared that eventually they would leave her too, or chase her off. Slowly, her gaze returned to the male before her. He was offering to feed her in and in exchange, she had to give him her loyalties. After another moment of hesitation, she finally gave him a nod of her head, ”I am known as Redd, just Redd.”
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Postby Miro on August 29th, 2014, 3:22 am

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Miro now knew the slave as Redd, which was a fitting enough name for her. The undead was not one for naming people, so that title would have to do. There was no doubt that this woman was a Kelvic, but what kind could not be determined as long as that collar remained upon her. As far as the wizard was concerned, he had permission to take her, she was his. Or she would be, all they had to do was get back to the lab. It would not be so hard.

The best way to go about things was to win trust. That much was obvious, especially in such a relationship. There was hardly any question what the Reimancer was interested in, but what the Kelvic cared for was something else. Miro began to focus his Djed again and attune himself to Redd's aura once again. It quickly came back into view and revealed much of what he failed to see before. One of the most simple things an aura could reveal gave him his answer.

The collar had caused some bruising around the slave's neck, likely from her attempts to remove it. As well it was apparent there was a strong conflict in her emotional state, but the Aurist failed to sort though such vague feelings. It was obvious the struggle that anyone in such a position would feel anyways. Yet again the focus of the aura was released, though by now the use of Auristics caused the caster to feel a bit airy.

Miro had hesitated perhaps a few ticks too long in his time analyzing the situation, but the Kelvic seemed to be a bit hesitant herself. The Reimancer began to focus his Djed to his right arm and flow it through his skin and transmute it to a gaseous Res. He generated an emotional response of calm as he spoke in a soft Djed-filled voice to the Kelvic. "Redd, I am Miro, and I only want to help. Please allow me to remove that collar."

The use of Auristics had revealed much, not only about Redd, but about the collar as well. It was one of those flimsy leather collars, only an iron filament and lock to hold it together. An easy pick, if the wizard were at all trained or equipped. Instead he had only his magic to rely on. No, not the Flux, not if he didn't have to. Reimancy seemed the most logical choice. Out of all elements, one was simply superior.

Miro flicked his wrist forth and guided the mass of Res to swirl and gather about and fill the lock of the collar. The gust of aqua colored gas would slip from his sleeve and swarm the target in just a chew ticks. The Reimancer willed the mass of Res to gather and fill tightly the lock, then transmute to freezing cold water. He used his Res to hold the control the element and force it in place and tapped his Ice Reaving mark to freeze it.

How wonderful the sensation of bringing ice into the world was. Such a beautiful thing, the perfect element. The wizard force his Res to begin to compact the ice until it cracked, then tapped his Gnosis again. The ice melted, and the Res forced it deeper into the lock. He froze and melted the contents of the lock a number of times until the spell had been exhausted. By now he was sure the lock was worn to fragility.

It was perhaps a bit awkward to grab for her collar, but he did wish to hold his word. However the use of magic often unsettled people, if they could understand it. It was usually best to cover such things with more magic. The Hypnotist flared his Djed and channeled his powerful will into his demanding presence. Well within his aura of influence, all but the most powerful spells could be cast effortlessly.

First came the powerful emotions that radiated outward from his body, magical signals that the victim's mind helplessly absorbed. Feelings of trust, comfort, calmness, happiness, a general soothing that only grew in intensity. Then the suggestions, subliminal messages not conscious picked up. The suggestions, "Trust Miro, I shouldn't move, I want Miro to be my master." The effects would be pressed into the subconscious mind, though they would be short lived.

The undead paced forth and grasped the collar by the lock and began to flow his Djed into the object to view its aura. He began to see the physical properties almost immediately. There were bends and stress marks on the internal working, and a key was no longer an option. However as well the metal had frayed and begin to tear apart. It did seem that the Flux would have to come into play as well. He began to concentrate on the pathways along his right side.

Miro redirected Djed from his right leg to his hand and squeezed the collar tightly and twisted forward while pulling back. The force of the metal ring within the collar against Redd's skin would be quite uncomfortable, possibly even limiting her air for a time. However within a dozen ticks the lock snapped into two pieces. Though it would only prove to further discomfort the Kelvic if the wizard were to actually remove the object. But with a bit of force Redd could pull it from around her neck.

"You are free to do as you want now. There should be at least some money here, a bit of food, enough to calm your hunger for now. However you may take it and come with me, if only you will call me master. There will be no collars and plenty of food, but as well a few simple rules. You will be taken care of, given all you need. You will be praised when you do well, scolded when you do not, but always taken care of. Just say the word, call me master."

Still there was a wonder of if the slave really was a Kelvic. As far as the aura revealed, it was the case, but he had been wrong before. A person could surely become feral enough to be mistaken for an animal. But with that collar, it was bound to be. They were made to restrict transformation. Whatever the animal, it was bound to be useful in some form, likely quite dangerous. If only he could see it now.
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Postby Redd on August 29th, 2014, 9:09 am

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Honestly, the young wolf had expected some kind of backwards motion, some indication that told her that he regretted his decision to extend such an offer to her. The weary hazel hues watched for any movement that would indicate that he would suddenly turn upon her with an intent to mean harm. Redd only saw hesitation before he began to speak, his words seeming to wash over her and the weariness slowly ebbed from her being as calm soon replaced it. Miro, Miro was his name and he wanted to help her? Why would he want to help her? She silently questioned herself before she replayed that one sentence back inside her mind, finally registering that he wanted to help her remove the collar. She angled her head slightly to the right as she watched the translucent, aqua coloured, gas looking substance head towards her, before she felt it’s suddenly freezing cold presence against her throat. While it normally would have made her jump in fright, instead it was nice and soothing against the bruising around her throat and her gaze slide closed for a moment. She didn’t know what he was doing, but she just hoped that he knew what he was doing. The young wolf still doubted him, however she wasn’t sure whether she should trust him to remove the collar, to trust him with her life. No one acted nicely towards her without a reason, but she knew his reason, he wanted her to become loyal to him.

Sounds like cracking reached her sensitive hearing and a frown seem to crease her features, what was he doing with that odd magic? Indeed, she had seen her old master use it a couple of times, although he would never explain himself when she asked, instead he would dodge the question altogether. Only once had he given her the smallest of explanation, something about DJed and magic, a gift that he had described that was hidden inside him. This Miro also had this magic gift? Was in common amongst the people within Ravok? She didn’t remember people like Miro and Elias in Nyka, but then again, she was barely in Nyka and the time she did spend in Nyka was running from people. The difference between Miro and Elias was that Elias had been the one to put the collar around her neck, promise to look after her and then disappear, leaving her to starve and unable to shift to her wolf form to hunt for food. Miro, he had just said that he only wanted to help, to remove the collar; she just didn’t know how he was going to do that using his gift.

It was at this point of thinking that comfort, happiness and finally trust seem to flood her being as he paced towards her. Normally she would have backed away, caution filling each weary step, but this was over-shadowed with the current emotions she was feeling. She had to trust Miro to do what he said he would do, he would help her and remove the collar. To do that, she needed to stand still to trust him and slowly, she even began to feel that perhaps she even wanted him to be her master. If Miro removed her collar and gave her, her freedom back, she would willingly follow him just like he wanted her to. She just had to trust that he would do as he said he would and remove the collar. Whatever he was doing to the collar she felt the metal part press against her skin and she could no longer breathe for a bit. It wasn’t until she heard the sound of something snapping and the collar suddenly releasing, that her hand that had been at her throat pulled the broken collar away. She looked at the leather strap amazed, it was finally off! She was suddenly free of it and she wasted no time in tossing it away from herself, she wanted nothing more to do with it.

Upon hearing the male speak, she looked up at him, her hazel eyes wide as she took in his words. She could leave Ravok? Take the dead body and whatever it carried and be free? The young woman shook her head, no, that didn’t seem right, he had helped her get rid of the very problem that had her starving for food in the first place and she felt as if she owed him for it. For without his help, she would have died. His second offer appealed to her more, but she had to call him master. With the removal of the collar, she had essentially been switching her masters and she looked to the dead human before she glanced towards Miro. If she called him master and dedicate her loyalties to him, she would be fed and cared for. There wouldn’t even be any collars, she just had to follow a few simple rules. The only way she knew how to do well by her last master was obey and if she called him master, she would have to obey him. The urge to call him master was strong, especially seeing as he had just released her from a prison that felt like it was choking the life out of her. Finally she bowed her head to Miro and the word bubbled to her lips, ”Master…” She felt the single word tremble all the way down as she not only accepted him as her master, but her alpha.

She waited a chime or two, before her hungry stomach got the better of her and she could no longer stand still for him, she had to eat regardless of the consequences. The best way to devour any carcass, was in wolf form and she turned to the meal, pulling off her simple items of clothing. First it was the cloak that pooled at her feet, soon followed by her shirt and her pants. The scarf was unwrapped from her wrist and she soon felt the shift happening. The pale red light surrounded her being as she borrowed her wolf form and as the light faded, it revealed the red wolf with golden eyes. She glanced behind her to look at her new master before she remembered the simple fact that he wanted her to take it and go with him. Her tongue darted out to lick her maw, before she gathered up the wrist of the dead male in her powerful jaws, her teeth biting down and through the skin to get a good hold of it. The taste of blood upon her tongue made her want to just chew on through the wrist and keep on eating the body, however she wrestled with herself, long enough to push the urge back. Redd lifted her head, with the wrist tightly gripped in her jaws, her ears pricking forwards as if she was saying, ’I’m ready.’
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Postby Miro on September 17th, 2014, 10:32 pm

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The collar was removed and the words were spoken. Yes, Redd had said it, called Miro her master. It was official, or at least as official as Miro needed. Much like the God of the Undead, he cared little for the details, only that they had offered consent. A wonderful turn of events, so much so that the Chained One almost forgot the corpse upon the ground.

It was easy enough to put out of mind at first, especially after Redd transformed. The slave was indeed a Kelvic, and where once a flash of light had flared, there was now a wolf. Though perhaps a bit small, the wizard thought she was equally beautiful in this form. With a bit of food and training, the slave would be more than capable of whatever task assigned.

And then it happened, the slave began to chew upon the corpse. To watch teeth sink into flesh, begin to tear at it, cause it to leak blood. Suddenly it was not so easy to ignore the body. The undead began to feel the unsettling itch, the one that shamed him. There was only one thing that the Chained One ate anymore, and it was human flesh. It was undeniable now.

Miro knelt down and hobbled over the corpse. He pulled up a legging of the corpse's pants and opened his mouth as widely as it would go and placed it over the meatiest part of the calf muscle. He focused on the pathways of the body and channeled Djed up his spine and into his jaw. The empowered jaw clenched down tightly and sank into the flesh. The flavor of flesh and blood filled his body with ecstasy.

Finally the urge for flesh was satiated. It did not take much, but when the urge came, it was all consuming. Such a dark need, it was one that was hard to accept. While Miro was undead, he was still not accustomed to such savagery. Such a monstrous thing it was to eat flesh, he was even unsettled to watch the animal perform the act. But as the remaining giblets and bits of blood were wiped away, the shame of the act faded.

Miro always felt refreshed and full of vigor after feeding. To have that need stricken from his mind was liberating. It put him in a fine mood. He felt around the corpse and retrieved a few coins from it. Not even a couple of gold miza worth, but money nonetheless. It would be useful about now. "Sorry, Redd, time to shift back. Clothe yourself and come with me. I will buy you some proper food and clothes."

Odds and Ends was nearby, and had both food and clothes. It was not too expensive, and it would get the job done. A slave did not need the fanciest of clothes, and her current clothes were acceptable enough, but a new set of clothes was a way to earn favor. The undead waited for his new slave to be ready and then led the way to the the shop. His mind had already drifted to how to best utilize this new asset.
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Postby Redd on September 18th, 2014, 12:22 pm

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To say that she could have resisted the cooling blood as it leaked from the man’s wrist and onto her tongue, was just too much for a starving wolf and she had found that she wanted a bite. Even if it was just a small one, her master didn’t seem to mind that she had shifted, so perhaps he wouldn’t mind if she did take a bite. Lowering her form to lay upon the ground, her teeth began to work at the arm, not really wanting to let go of it seeing as someone could easily take it away from her. Teeth slashed through skin and ripped through flesh, she placed a paw upon the arm as she chewed and pulled at the muscles and small bits of meaty flesh there within the arm. Every small morsel that she swallowed settled into her hollow stomach and it only pushed her forth to continue eating to fill that hole within her stomach. The expression upon the dead man’s face didn’t bother her, maybe it would have if she hadn’t been brought up in the wild and instead had been brought up within civilization, but it just didn’t worry her. She didn’t know him and he wasn’t exactly anyone important to her, so he was nothing more than food now.

The taste of human flesh didn’t bother her either, it wasn’t an unfamiliar taste, but now that she had tasted fresh human flesh, she had to say. It tasted far better than the rotting and decaying ones that she had found herself eating when she had been a young pup. Lifting her muzzle for a moment, her tongue darted out to slide along her maw, tasting the crimson blood as her golden hues turned to view her master’s movements. He too had moved closer towards the dead man and she stood up, not very willing to leave her current spot, but she was very curious. For it didn’t seem like he was mad, not like she expected him to be anyway. Her gaze watched as he knelt down and began to pull up the legging of the man’s pants to reveal bare skin and she slowly edged towards him, her ears flickering forwards with curiousity. Suddenly he bit into the calf muscle and she lowered her head as she edged closer to him, her golden hues peering up at him with curiousity. The wolf had even nosed the leg closer to him when he had let it go but he didn’t seem very interested in it anymore as he began to search the body.

Her tongue darted out again to lick her maw and she was just about to close her jaws around the leg when he stood up and told her to shift. A whine came quick as she looked to Miro before glancing back at the body that she could still chew on, plenty of meat left. Her gaze darted quickly between Miro and the body for a tick or two before a pale red light surrounded the wolf. Redd felt herself borrow her human form and when the light passed, she stood in her human form. Her hazel hues looked to the dead body once more before she reluctantly began to pull her clothes back on. Human food was less than desirable, in fact, it disgusted her. However, seeing as she was within the city limits, it made sense to eat their food, but that didn’t mean that she had to like it. She then went back over his words within her mind for a moment and realized that he had also said that he would buy her new clothes. After she had finally tied the scarf around her left wrist, because she couldn't stand anything being around her neck, she grasped the edge of her cloak and wiped away the last of the blood from her face.

”Mi… Master Miro, Why do I need new clothes?” She asked him, catching and correcting herself in the process. Her last master had preferred that she called him Master Elias, so she assumed that Miro would also prefer that she used master in front of his name. She had asked this question, because she felt that the clothes that she was wearing, was more than adequate to cover herself up. Granted, she had looted them off of a dead body that she had once feasted on and they were a little big, but they covered her up… Didn’t they? She did a quick assessment of the clothes that she was wearing and they didn’t appear to have holes just yet, only they were a little frayed at the seams. Again, she was baffled at why humans felt the need to wear clothes; it was only an extra… Cost? Was that the word? She shook her head at this thought as she silently followed her new master. Redd was mostly someone of little words due to the simple fact that she was used to communicating with wolves, so she didn't really feel the need to speak unless spoken to or unless she had a question.
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Postby Miro on September 18th, 2014, 2:51 pm

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Miro was surprised by the reply he found from his Kelvic. This was a slave. She knew how to obey, and she was practical. A sense of great pride rose up in him, and he felt a great sense of care for Redd. It was such a relief to have somebody who would appreciate his care and return it with loyalty and respect. She even called him master. It was so precious.

The Chained One spoke in a gentle voice to his new pet. "Oh, dear Redd, I only wish to see you are taken care of. You seem to have been abandoned, left without any care for so long. I only wish to get you anything you need. You may ask for anything you need. For now I will insist you get some real food. Let us go." He patted his slave gently on the head.

And so he led the way to Odds and Ends. The walk was slow, as always for the undead. His leg was worse than ever, and it hindered his movement greatly. Though the walk was long and slow, eventually they arrived. It was easy to know when, the flashy storefront. The cluttered inside was not quite as flashy. They were only after one thing, the shelves lined with food.

Miro limped across the store and pointed to the shelves. He turned to the Kelvic, eager to see her fed. "Get whatever you need, and anything you want. Plenty of real meat for you to enjoy, as much as you want. If you want, get some for later too. It can even be cooked, if you want." He was eager to get Redd back to full health. She was a perfect slave.
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Postby Redd on September 19th, 2014, 2:03 am

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”Abandoned…” She whispered softly as she followed Miro towards Odds and Ends. She noted that his movements were slow, hindered by his leg. Her hazel hues flickered down to view his leg as the word, ‘abandoned,’ echoed inside of her mind. It was all she ever knew really, loneliness and disappointment. Elias had abandoned her and she didn’t really know why. Vayl had abandoned her and she didn’t understand why at that point in time till his new slave had told her that he thought that she had abandoned him. She didn’t understand how when it was him who had walked away from her in the first place, leaving her behind in that store. She had been chased away by a pack of wolves because she had been seen in her human form and she had killed a wolf that she had once considered a brother, only to try and prove to her last master that she was loyal. Only to be abandoned… Her gaze wandered away from his leg to view his masked face, would this master abandon her? She hoped he wouldn’t, his words said that he wouldn’t, but so did her last master. She lifted a hand to gently touch her bruised neck, he had removed the collar and had offered her, her freedom back. Perhaps he really did care.

Miro led them tho some kind of building although she paused at the front of the door to attempt to read the sign there. She recognized the letter ‘E’ and ‘d,’ for those two letters were in her name. ”E... N… D…” She sounded out the letters in a soft tone, pausing as she angled her head slightly to the right as she attempted to form the word with her lips before softly speaking the word. ”End.” Odd, she thought, why would someone put ‘end’ on a sign? She asked herself before she quickly followed her master inside, now more eager about the prospect of food inside. He led her to shelves with meat on it and her eyes widened as she looked up at Miro, listening to his spoken words. She could have as much meat as she wanted? She felt the saliva build up inside her own mouth as she just wanted to eat the meat. Although they were not as bloody as a fresh kill, it still smelled good. Some meats smelled a great deal different than others and she closed her hazel hues so then she could fully focus upon her sense of smell. She slowly moved down along the shelf, making sure to keep a soft touch upon the shelf and not to touch the meat, the humans didn’t like when she touched something that wasn’t hers. Finally she stopped at one particular kind of meat, she knew it as deer and she gently tapped her hand against the shelf, her gaze turning to Miro. ”This one, this one is deer. I like this one.”

Speaking of deer made her gaze drop for a moment and even though her stomach growled something fierce, she was reminded of the times when she went hunting. She missed the times that she could hunt and her gaze flickered back up towards the masked face of her master. Slowly, she pulled away from the shelf to approach him, her steps slow and cautious in this endeavour. ”Master Miro… I… I was wondering… If one day maybe that I may go hunting… Outside the city of course, there is no deer in the city. Even if it is just for a day, I wouldn’t mind.” She glanced away from him for a moment as she chewed upon her own words, she wasn’t exactly sure as to what boundaries that she should or shouldn’t cross. Her last master didn’t trust her around the city without a collar around her neck. Master Miro, had freed her from the collar, so perhaps he trusted her enough for her to ask? ”I promise I’ll come back.” She finally said as she looked back up at him.
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Postby Miro on October 24th, 2014, 9:10 am

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The potential scarring that Redd may have due to past neglect and abuse was something that would be quite a concern for most slave owners. The mind of an animal, especially that of a Kelvic, could be very delicate. Though adaptable beings, sometimes these adaptations were far from beneficial. Defense mechanisms and other safeguards were often implemented to mitigate emotional trauma, and the individuals, simple as they so often were, would have recognition of these behaviors.

Though it was that very ignorance that made such a slave so appealing. They were easily molded, unaware in most cases of the past, and instead living within the present. Change was not something questioned, but accepted. This natural adaptation to the world around the Kelvic, it made them a prime target for Hypnotherapy. And even more so, it seemed Redd already was a fine example of a slave. Though potentially holding some damage to her psyche, at her base she was an ideal servant.

All that a well trained slave needed to remain loyal was happiness, and that was all that the wizard had promised. A happy and fulfilling life in exchange for servitude. This was a much more pleasant existence than most in such a position were offered. So typical was it for slaves in Ravok to wither away until finally crumbling. The fact that Redd hadn't yet was a good sign. Though without digging deeper into her past, there was no way to know what she had been through.

Miro cast a pleased smirk at his newly acquired Kelvic as she made her way about the shop. He was eager to win a bit more trust, but could not pass up such an opportunity to examine and monitor Redd's emotional state. He began to focus on the Kelvic, expend his Djed to attune himself to her aura. The Aurist even began to attempt an envision the weights on her mind, the feelings of starvation and abandonment, and of course conflicted hope.

As the slave made her way to the food, her aura came into focus. It was quite diminutive, even for a Kelvic. And though the discipline had become much less strenuous to use, this reading was no simple task. The poor creature, she appeared near to death. Her aura was so weak that it frittered in and out of focus. To gain any significant insight, he had to focus intently. Clarity came only with prolonged examination.

This was the kind of aura often deemed weak to the point of insignificance. But this could not be the case, for Redd was anything but useless, despite what her aura would hint at. That did not make understanding her any easier. There was no consistency to the aura. It flitted and danced at random, seeming to evade any chance of being discovered. Though glimpses of emotion were caught in slight with each twist and turn.

Yes, that was an answer in itself. The instability of the aura was the instability of the soul. Nothing more needed to be discovered. What Redd needed was to have stability brought back to her. Only then could he understand the subtleties of her heart and mind. That was fair enough, for the process was already underway. Though it was more than likely that a bit of Hypnotism would be needed to complete the process.

The Kelvic had picked out what she wanted and promptly informed her master. A simple choice of venison, which was paid for with five gold-rimmed miza. The meat was taken up by the undead, but before it could be handed over, he was asked a question. Quite the inquiry. He was not sure at first how to answer, but then remembered that he needed to stay supportive. He handed over the meat and gave his reply in a kind voice.

"Redd, of course you can go hunting. In fact, I encourage you to. When your duties to me are fulfilled, you are capable of pursuing your own ambitions. However, there are the rules I mentioned, you must remember. It is important that you remain safe, primarily. You will be free to hunt and so much more, but first you will need to complete your training. After that, you will have my trust and respect. And of course my love too. Okay?"
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