<div style="text-align: center;"><a class="postlink" href="http://i42.photobucket.com/albums/e327/steusloffa/Junk/a3e78b33-5cae-43cf-bca0-7bdc0488116b_zpskyozpugo.jpg">[ img ]</a></div><br/><br/><div style="text-align: center;"><a class="postlink" href="http://i42.photobucket.com/albums/e327/steusloffa/Junk/cooltext117506316786206_zpsnqy2zyuh.png">[ img ]</a></div><br/><br/>Orca shivered slightly with his words,<span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="color: #4080FF">"No matter how strong your desire is to change my life... It will not happen. The rage stored in my chest cannot be reconciled with wisdom, justice and love."</span></span>The creature took in a deep breath, pulling in his rage to the best of his ability. Paislee pushed away from the now broken table, momentarily mourning for its loss. She stood, only to kneel down and begin cleaning up the mess Orca had made. She did not say a word as she did this task. The silence made Orca uncomfortable, he wanted the girl to scream and shout right back at him. He wanted her to fight back somehow, though he wasn't exactly sure why that was.<br/><br/>Quietly she stood, taking the dishes to the sink and rinsing them very quickly and with as little water as possible. She then grabbed some rags to clean the spilled stew. Once everything was cleaned up, aside from the splintered table, she stood to look at Orca.<span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="color: #FF00FF">“I do not expect that giving you a home without abuse will change what you have endured. There is no such thing as justice, and love is sometimes more painful than healing. The only thing that will help rid you of the rage in your heart is yourself. I cannot do that. The only thing I can do for you is to make sure no one hurts you again—and even that is not a promise I am sure I can keep…”</span></span><br/><br/>Paislee's words caused the young creature to furrow his brow slightly. Why wasn't she getting angry? Why hadn't she just given up this charade? He knew that her words must be lies, they always were. Calmly Paislee left Orca sitting in the chair, only to return a few moments later with a medical kit. She sat down across from him, pulling her chair a little closer to him and grabbing his larger hand into her small, delicate one. He resisted her for the most part, but she seemed to be just as stubborn as he was, possible even more-so. As she cleaned and wrapped his hands carefully, she began to speak,<span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="color: #FF00FF">“You demanded that I be honest with what I am—who I am. That’s a difficult demand, as I tend to lie to myself every day. The only truth I can tell you is that I want to help you. I cannot fix you—you are not some broken toy or item on a shelf. I cannot make you hatred free or forgiving, nor do I believe those who mistreated you deserve your forgiveness or kindness. I cannot convince you that your life will be better, because I doubt it will be. The damage has already been done, I can only keep you from suffering more abuse and I am not sure that I can even promise that much.”</span></span><br/><br/>Orca felt the fire in his chest slowly fade away, though he reluctantly clutched at it. The fire that raged in his chest was all the young creature felt that he had left. It was this rage that kept him alive all these years after all. Paislee gently sat Orca’s hands back in his lap, though she did not let go immediately, instead resting her own hands on top of his as she looked at him.<span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="color: #FF00FF">“Marqu is a terrible man and I doubt you haven’t heard of him. He’s a terrible creature with a terrible appetite for pain. He did this to me,”</span></span>Paislee let go of Orca’s hands and gestured to the scar that wrapped around her shoulder and went further across her chest.<span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="color: #FF00FF">“I was not going to allow for him to hurt another. The way he looked at you was all too eager. He did not want to keep you for long, just long enough to break you—then kill you. That is just who he is and that is why I bought you. But my purchase only allows for a temporary protection…he will come after me for challenging him, and he will come after you because you are the prize he lost.”</span></span><br/><br/>Orca clenched his right hand into a tight fist, Paislee's words hitting him rather hard. While the fire in his chest still burned, it did settle down to make room for another emotion, though this one was much worse. A long silence took over the two, only to be interrupted by a suddenly chilling sound. It was Orca's voice, which was less lyrical than normal and now seethed with blood-lust.<span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="color: #4080FF">"This one is very familiar with that one... You say he had intent to purchase this one...?"</span></span>Orca asked, his eyes narrowing as the young creature seemed to be thinking something over.<br/><br/>Orca slowly rose to his feet, stretching his body out to it's full height before turning to face Paislee.<span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="color: #4080FF">"This one has a request. In exchange for obedience and protection, you will let this one claim Marqu's life when the time comes."</span></span>Orca was now directly in front of the young woman, looking down on her figure.<span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="color: #4080FF">"This one doesn't know what that man has done to you, but This one promises he will pay dearly for all of it."</span></span>Orca extended his right hand towards the woman, as if to shake her hand.<span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="color: #4080FF">"Agree to this, and I will give you whatever revenge you desire, but his life belongs to me."</span></span>Orca stated, a distinct lust for blood in his gaze.