Present for a Pet (storiwyr and desideratum)
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				Title: <strong>Present for a Pet (storiwyr and desideratum)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>desideratum</strong> on <strong>14-10-2008, 04:25:02</strong>
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				The busy, mid-sized village was alive and bustling with activity on the early weekend morning, sunlight bathing the entire valley in a golden radiance. Everything from wood shacks to stone inns and shops lined the hard dirt streets. Local townsfolk passed by, going about their business, often with their slaves in tow, attached to leashes or heelers and eyes downcast. Barterers called out their wares on the streets, travelers skulked along, looking lost.<br><br>Taavi paid them no mind outside the window as he scampered across the worn wood floors of his mistress' home, polishing them dutifully with a rag. He wore little more than a rag over his loins himself, his slender form tan and toned from being a slave and toy his entire life. He was a special one, though; as a Malorian, two powder-white, feathery wings protruded from Taavi's back, the muscular arms reaching up to an inch or two above his head, then plunging down to around his knees, powder-white, fluffy feathers filling in the space between; they were not fully matured yet, and he was still a little clumsy with them from how quickly they'd grown. Right now, crouched low on the floor, he held his wings extended partway above him so they didn't touch the floor. They just annoyed him; but his mistress loved them, especially because he was a rare posession in this part of the world, and she was meticulous about keeping his wings clean and in perfect condition. If his mistress was, then so was he.<br><br>Taavi found himself smiling broadly as he worked, his thoughts lingering on the previous night, when he had been given the immense privilege of pleasing his mistress in bed. Though he dutifully performed all his duties, the sexual aspect of his slavery was most definitely Taavi's favorite, especially serving such a beautiful, passionate woman as his mistress. He'd been doing so as long as he could remember, and it never failed to thrill the little slave.<br><br>"My little pup, come here for a moment," chimed his mistress' voice from the other room. Taavi's eyes went wide, hoping he hadn't done something wrong; you could never tell from the Mistress' voice. He dropped the rag and scurried quickly into the other room nevertheless, kneeling at her feet quickly and looking down at the floor. She just sat a moment, a tall, stern woman with a softness deep in her eyes that most people didn't get to see. SHe simply admired her pet for a few moments, smiling, before reaching down and lifting his chin gently to look into his meek grey eyes.<br><br>"My loyal little Taavi...did you know it's been ten years now since I first bought you and took you in? You were just a quivering little pup at the time, just a little boy..." As he listened to the soothing sound of his mistress' beautiful voice, his eyelids felt heavy, his body warm and tingling...he shifted himself a little closer to her leg, resting his head against it, producing a wonderful smile from his mistress as she started stroking his soft brown hair.<br><br>"Oh, the good times we've had since then. It didn't take long for to you become accustomed to your...service," she said with a luscious, clearly sexual emphasis on the word, heating Taavi's cheeks a little and giving him excited tingles. "You've come a long way," his mistress cooed affectionately as she ran her fingers through his hair, giving him shivers as he basked in the praise. Such words from his mistress were all the fulfillment he would ever need from life.<br><br>"You're nicer to Taavi than he deserves, mistress," he murmured adoringly in his soft voice as he kissed at her leg. "Serving you is all I want in life."<br><br>"Hmm," she smiled, tangling her fingers in his hair now to pull his head back gently but firmly and look in his meek, downcast eyes. "Nevertheless, I took the liberty to get you a little something at the market today."<br><br>Taavi perked up excitedly, hoping for his favorite buscuit, licking his chops without noticing, giving his mistress puppy-dog eyes. She laughed softly and patted his cheek. "No, Taavi, it's something a bit more...expensive than that. Why don't you go take a look in your room?"<br><br>Thoroughly confused and a little disillusioned, Taavi stalked nervously toward the small room she allowed him. As he pushed the door slowly open with the back of his hand, peeking in through the crack, he saw nothing of interest within. Slipping the rest of the way in, flinching as his wing bumped the doorframe, he trotted into the middle of the room, looking around wide-eyed. His bed, a basin of water, and a mirror for keeping his wings clean, his favorite toy; all was the same as usual.<br><br>He looked over his shoulder, peering around his wing. "Taavi doesn't understand, mistress." Just then, a small whimpering sound came from his bed and he jumped, scrambling away until his back hit a wall, looking for the source of the sound wide-eyed. There was nothing there. Another sound, a small scratch...Frowning, he got down on his hands and knees, blinked a few times, he crawling carefully forward along the floor, wingtips in the air, peering underneath his bed curiously and timidly.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Present for a Pet (storiwyr and desideratum)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Storiwyr</strong> on <strong>14-10-2008, 05:16:08</strong>
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				The room smelled like feathers, and that scared the little fox. She'd been bustled into the room by a woman who towered over her, and that frightened her too, though the woman's hands had not be cruel. Only business like and brisk, and the girl had been deposited into the room and told to stay put. She'd tried to be good, and she'd stood right where she was, her toes turned together anxiously and her ears quivering. She'd felt tiny in comparison to her surroundings, despite the fact that the room was not large by any stretch.<br><br>Yes, she'd tried very hard to be good and stay, but her fear got the better of her. When she heard a door close in another part of the house, and voices just outside, she'd given a squeak of terror, and with it, she'd given up as well. She'd scrambled for the bed, pulling her petite form underneath it between the bedframe and the floor and crawling her way back to the far corner to shiver like a jittery dog. And really, that's what she was, in a way.<br><br>When Taavi had opened the door, his room appeared empty, but really wasn't. He had a Fennec Fox girl under his bed, and try as she might, she couldn't stay completely still or completely quiet. When the door opened, she shook harder, and her fingernails rattled against the floor and her teeth chattered together. And so when Taavi looked under the bed, what he would find was a pair of glittering dark brown eyes, and ridiculously large ears that were so huge they were flattened out to the sides like her own parody of wings, as they were pressed out by the bed frame above her. It was hard to see much else about her in the dark shadows of under-the-bed ... except that she was a tiny thing like most of her kind, that she was either completely naked or close enough, and that she was absolutely terrified. She made another squeaky noise when their eyes met and tried to scrabble further back under the bed, hiding her face in her hands.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Present for a Pet (storiwyr and desideratum)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>desideratum</strong> on <strong>14-10-2008, 05:37:01</strong>
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				Taavi could only gape at the timid little fox girl beneath his bed. His mistress had gotten another pet? That was his surprise? Stifling a small spark of jealousy, he took a couple small shuffles closer until he was at the edge of his bed and timidly peered underneath, trying to get his eyes to adjust to the light. He couldn't see very clearly, but from what he could, she was absolutely precious, an adorable little thing; but Taavi wasn't used to thinking of fellow slaves in such a way. <br><br>"Tsk, tsk," his mistress mused from the doorway. "It seems she needs some training. I'm sure you will do well with that, my slave."<br><br>It took Tavi a moment to realize just what his mistress and said. When he did, he jumped so fast he bonked his head on the bed and let out a yelp, backing up from the little fox girl and looking to his mistress in shock.<br><br>"M-m-me, mistress? Th-thank you," he said, trying to sound genuine but instead coming across as very uncertain at best.<br><br>She just smiled reassuringly and nodded. "Your own little pet! I know how you long for affection, and I am not always around to give it. After so many years of loyal service, I supposed it was time to allow you a small reward." Her dark eyes drifted to the bed--to his 'reward'. "Do with her as you wish," she said with a knowing smile. Then, her gaze hardening, she added "and you might want to start with beating some obedience into the thing; if you don't, I'll have to. I won't have a disobedient pet distracting mine from his duties." With that she left the room again, leaving the two alone.<br><br>Taavi was still in shock. <em>Him</em>, with a posession? And a pet at that? He crouched down low to stare incredulously again. She was still whimpering and shivering in the corner, and the sight tugged at his heart. "Please," he whispered, crawling to the edge of the bed and peeking under, his grey eyes meeting her terrified brown ones. Those huge ears, flopped over by the bed, were alluring to him, her petite form absolutely precious. "You have to come out...Taavi won't hurt you...please come out, before you get punished!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Present for a Pet (storiwyr and desideratum)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Storiwyr</strong> on <strong>14-10-2008, 06:07:22</strong>
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				When Taavi continued to stare at her, the fox girl's head slowly sank to the floor as though she were shrinking. The rather comical result of this was that her large ears were no longer crumpled by the bed. She had them laid back in terror, of course, but still they sprang back just a little, so that they kinked where they touched the bedframe. In the soft darkness, they looked velvety, like they would be amazing to touch. She only half heard what the woman's voice was saying, though she immediately recognized it as the one who'd brought her here and told her to stay. And what a fine cock up she'd made of that one. She dropped her dark eyes in shame, feeling a painful lump in her throat. But she didn't have time to dwell on her guilt, because just then Taavi hit his head and yelped. The sudden sound elicited an echoing--and much more convincing, due to species--yelp from the fox, who rolled over to show a soft, sandy furred back with a delicate curve to the spine. The new view did nothing to dispel the observation that she was naked, there was a soft dimple in the fur just above her rump, that flowed out to a full bottlebrush tail with black tipped guard hairs.<br><br>Still, her new position and terror did not stop her from hearing the woman's suggestion that she be beaten into good behavior. She gave a soft whimper and scrabbled her hind feet up the wall til her knees were tucked neatly against her chin, making herself as small as possible--which was quite small indeed. She flinched, her fur standing up in a ridge along her back, as the door shut after the woman with the scary voice. By the time he turned his attention back to her, she was twisted in a very awkward position that she somehow managed to look graceful and natural in. Her body was facing the wall, except for her head and shoulders, which were twisted so she could peer at him over her own slender hip. She was still quivering with fear, blinking those glittering dark brown eyes at him. She looked as if she were going to cry. She wanted to obey and come out from under the bed, because she didn't want to be punished. But it was such a double-edge sword. How could he beat her if she stayed right where she was? She could just stay here and starve. That wouldn't be so bad. Not nearly as scary as coming out from under the bed in this strange feathery place.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Present for a Pet (storiwyr and desideratum)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>desideratum</strong> on <strong>14-10-2008, 08:45:05</strong>
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				Taavi poked his head under the bed again, and as he watched the little fox debating and curling up into the corner, it tore at his heart to see her so scared, on the verge of tears. He wanted so badly to help her, to comfort her, but he had never been in a situation like this before. It was so strange and foreign to him. As Taavi watched her, squinting into the darkness beneath his bed, he found his eyes glancing over her strange, furry body, so sleek and toned, so...well, naked. The soft curve of her back, her slender hips, her cute, round little rear beneath her bushy tail...that petite, furry body looked so soft and huggable. He felt a strange feeling as he looked at her that he hadn't felt before, and the feeling made him blush. Was this what it was like to be attracted to another? He had never let himself even look twice at another slave before...<br><br>He timidly tried to reach under the bed for her, but she was too deep. Instead he awkwardly extended a wing toward her, slowly and timidly, trying not to scare the poor thing. "See?" he said with a grin. "You have big ears; I have wings!" His wing extended under the bed, his feathertips tickling at her. But the foxgirl looked even more terrified now, as if she had never seen wings on a person before. Taavi sighed and sat back again, folding his wings back up, frowning helplessly into the dark area beneath the bed.<br><br>He could see the intelligence in her big brown eyes, he knew she could understand his words and probably talk with them too if she wanted. So he persisted, hoping against hope that his sincerity would show through. "Please come out...I'm confused by this too...but I don't want you to get punished or hurt. All we have to do is talk if you want..." Frowning helplessly, he sat cross-legged in the middle of the floor, leaving his lap open. He didn't know what to do, this was all so new to him, it was so frustrating, he felt so worthless. He had never really had any chance to care about anyone but his mistress before. But as he saw this poor broken soul before him, his heart melted.<br><br>Fighting his own tears welling up, he leaned down and gazed intensely toward where her frightened eyes gleamed in the darkness. "I want to help you, not hurt you...I promise...you're too pretty a little foxy to be curled up under there. Please come to Taavi?" His wings rustled softly in mimicry of his arms as he spread them out and gazed hopefully at the girl.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Present for a Pet (storiwyr and desideratum)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Storiwyr</strong> on <strong>14-10-2008, 09:00:16</strong>
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				The fox only shrank back when he groped under the bed for her, his hand falling well short of her as she tucked her brush tail out of sight between her legs. Then one of his great white wings was coming towards her and she closed her eyes tightly and turned her face back to the wall, as though convinced the wingtips would sting her when they brushed over her plush fur. They didn't sting ... and if she wasn't so scared, she would have found the soft touch of feathers to be comforting. Then the wing withdrew and she was alone under the bed once more. She wondered if he'd given up, but the room was silent for a moment, and she couldn't hear him rise. She dared to peek at him over her hip again. She couldn't see his face, only most of his body where he sat by his bed.<br><br>But when he spoke she could hear the tears in his voice, and she felt a stab of guilt. She'd made him sad, and she didn't mean to make anyone sad. She could never seem to do anything right or make anyone happy. And now she felt she deserved the beating she'd been threatened with by the woman with the changeable voice--at once soft and harsh. The fox rolled over and crept slowly from under the bed, as though she were stalking a mouse, rather than behaving like one. She emerged from the dark safety as far from Taavi as she could and slowly sat up onto her knees. She looked no larger out from under the bed ... if anything, she looked smaller. She twisted her fingers together in her lap nervously, sitting on her heels and biting her lip with her sharp little teeth. She had long golden hair that was just a shade brighter than her fur, and small breasts that were well proportioned to her body. She dared a peep into Taavi's eyes and then looked back down at her lap.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Present for a Pet (storiwyr and desideratum)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>desideratum</strong> on <strong>14-10-2008, 09:35:28</strong>
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				"Thank you!" he said cheerily, deeply relieved as she stalked her way out of hiding. It was nice to finally see her out in the open. He watched her curiously, his eyes running down her golden hair, slim shoulders, to her pert little breasts, pink nipples just barely peeking through her fur. His eyes widened a little, his cheeks burning. Did her kind wear clothes? WOuld it just make her feel even worse if he tried to get her coverings? He enjoyed looking at her perfect, petite body so much, he actually found himself reluctant to offer, which he then realized was incredibly selfish. <br><br>"Uhm," he started, stammering a little and looking at the floor in front of him--and he was supposed to be the one owning her!--"I don't know...what your kind does, but...if you want to cover up or anything...there's a blanket," he finished with a nod at the thin blanket on his bed. It was his only one, but he would gladly give it up if she wanted it. Wanting to move on quickly from the awkward topic, he scooted a couple inches toward her, trying hard to think of what to say that wouldn't alienate or scare her further.<br><br>"So why are you so scared?" he asked, tilting his head curiously. "They didn't hurt you did they? The slave traders can be cruel," he added with a sad frown, watching her expression, trying to understand this girl. When he caught her lifting her eyes to meet his, the glimpse she got of his eyes revealed them to be warm, reassuring, and inviting, and he was disappointed when she quickly broke the contact.<br><br>"But you don't have to be scared here...the Mistress is very very kind once you get to know her. And I'm...I'm just a fellow slave," he added modestly, unable to think of himself as owning this girl. He realized that letting himself ramble helped ease his awkwardness, so he kept going, hoping it would relax her a little as well. "I don't know where you're from, but my kind are far to the north, in a place called Maloria...They say there are buildings there up to the clouds, and everyone has wings like me. That's what I hear, anyway; I've been a slave here as long as I can remember, I've never actually met anyone else like me." Flexing his wings out and folding them back up on his back, he smiled up at her shyly. "I don't really like them...they get in the way, and I don't think I'll ever be able to actually fly...but Mistress likes them, and that's what matters..." as he spoke, he slowly scooted closer toward the timid girl, having trouble resisting the urge he felt to comfort her, trying not to appear threatening at all.<br><br>"By the way, is there anything I can get you? Some water? Or if you're hungry I can ask Mistress for a treat for you...I'll tell her you're being very good." He smiled widely, giving her a shy, mischievous wink.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Present for a Pet (storiwyr and desideratum)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Storiwyr</strong> on <strong>15-10-2008, 02:05:24</strong>
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				The fox's body--other than being covered with plush looking sandy fur--was human in form, though her feet were more pawlike than they were human. She sat on her insteps, her tail tucked around to her side neatly. Still, there was the sense she was trying to make herself tiny as possible--maybe even disappear. Her giant ears were tipped backwards and her glittering dark eyes focused on her hands as they lay tightly clasped together on her closed thighs. Her heart was pounding so hard that it was difficult to hear his gentle voice over the thudding beats. <br><br>When he told her she could cover up if she wished, she darted a look at his bed and then a quick look at him as well. Finally she scooched over a few inches on her knees and carefully pulled the blanket from the bed, wrapping it around her shoulders so that only her head stuck out. It didn't even seem like she was necessarily so concerned about hiding her body as she was just wanting something to hang onto. She clutched the blanket around herself so tightly that the bumps of her knuckles were visible. The question about the slave traders made her duck her head, her ears pressing down even further. She seemed to be trying to get herself to speak, her throat rippling as she took several swallows in the effort. Still, the terrified stain to her eyes was enough to tell him that yes, the slavers had hurt her.<br><br>He'd been right. The rambling actually comforted her, and she listened with interest, her head tilted a little. She shuffled closer to the bed when he scooted closer to her, til her shoulder pressed against it. Her dark eyes surveyed his wings and she said very softly--so softly it was easy to think perhaps he'd imagined it, "I like them ..." She looked at him nervously, her head tilted so far that the long soft hairs protruding from her ears brushed against her own shoulder. She was indeed very hungry and thirsty, but ... "She'll beat me." She said quietly, "I'm not a good fox."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Present for a Pet (storiwyr and desideratum)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>desideratum</strong> on <strong>15-10-2008, 18:32:51</strong>
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				Taavi smiled to himself happily, feeling triumphant and proud as the fox girl began showing a bit more life, responding to him now, accepting the blanket, listening to his rambling and even complimenting his wings--at least, he thought he'd heard her say she liked them. Her cute little voice matched her petite appearance and made him melt for her even more. As he watched her curiously, noticing her shrink away from him, he stopped scooting and sat still, trying to hide his disappointment so as not to make her feel bad. As she turned herself into a huddled little mound with a cute fox head, his urge to bring her into his arms flared up again, but he resisted and sat back on his heels unthreateningly, hugging his knees, his wings folded up.<br><br>Genuine pain and deep sympathy filled his eyes as he witnessed her scars at the hands of the cruel traders. Imagining such a sweet soul as this in such a place, in those peoples' hands, sunk his heart. It was at that moment that he vowed to himself never to hurt this girl, to do everything he could to show her the kind of happiness and safety that he had enjoyed most of his life under his Mistress. Some day he would be able to move toward her without her shivering and shrinking away. He vowed it.<br><br>"Don't worry, she won't beat you! I'll tell her you're a good little foxy! And you are; you came out after all, right?" He smiled reassuringly and hopped to his bare feet, padding out of the room before she could respond. Muffled mutters sounded from the other room and reached the fox's big ears as Taavi kneeled in front of his mistress.<br><br>"May Taavi make a request of his inredible and benevolent Mistress?" he asked meekly, eyes downcast. When she motioned him to go on, "The cute pet you bought Taavi is being a good girl now, but she is hungry. May Taavi bring her the biscuit he hasn't eaten yet?"<br><br>A minute later, he slipped back into the room and closed the door, grinning broadly. He sat down again unassumingly after placing the slightly stale but still delicious muffin and a bowl of water halfway between them so she would have to move closer to reach them. "It's Taavi's favorite!" he said cheerily, pointing at the muffin. "Mistress buys me it when I'm good. I've been saving this one since yesterday. I want you to have it! So you can know that not everything around here is bad." He gestured reassuringly to the small meal on the floor, hugging his knees as he watched her with his warm eyes.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Present for a Pet (storiwyr and desideratum)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Storiwyr</strong> on <strong>15-10-2008, 21:19:18</strong>
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				The fox girl seemed to relax a little once he sat back and stopped making any attempt to advance towards her. She remained huddled against the bed, her dark glittering eyes on his. She looked unhappy--miserable in fact--and so she was. She had no real way of knowing that Taavi meant her no harm, was in fact very sympathetic to her and wished to comfort her. She knew only what she'd known ... that the world was a cruel place full of cruel people, and that she was the smallest and weakest thing in it, and the easiest target for everyone else's frustrations.<br><br>She darted another look into his eyes and was confused by what she saw there, like he really cared. Like he was hurting for her too. She stared into his eyes for a moment, quite forgetting her fear that such a thing would upset him. Her eyes were the brown of rich dark chocolate, her eyelids rimmed in black. Her face was covered in buff tan fur, but there were two darker streaks down her cheeks, extending from the corners of her eyes and giving the illusion that she'd been crying. She blinked as he spoke to her again, feeling a flash of relief. It was silly. He could have been lying. Why would he protect her from a beating? More likely he'd watch and think it was funny. She was lost in this train of thought and thus was especially not expecting his movement. She cringed theatrically when he got to his feet, and darted her eyes to the safety of under the bed, half leaning forward as if to slide back out of sight but catching herself and staying put. He wanted her out, he'd said so.<br><br>When he re-entered she jumped again at the sound of the door closing. But her eyes were immediately drawn to the food and water in his hands. She watched him, her eyes round as he set them on the floor just a little ways out of her reach. She loosened her grip on the blanket a little so she could scramble forward, just far enough to reach, but it certainly put her much closer to Taavi. She seized the muffin eagerly, and it seemed she might shove the whole thing into her mouth at once. But she didn't. She tucked it up to her chest as if she were cradling it and took small nibbled, keeping her eyes on him, though a good deal of the fear had drained away for now.<br><br>"Thank you." She managed to whisper.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Present for a Pet (storiwyr and desideratum)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>desideratum</strong> on <strong>16-10-2008, 04:06:46</strong>
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				As she scrambled to the food, he saw the blanket loosen a bit around her, baring a litle of her fascinating furry body again...her fur was so silky and soft looking, he wanted to touch it, to touch her, to hug her, to protect her, to erase all the fears that haunted her... Taavi frowned at his thoughts, a little surprised by them. He was no hero. He was just a fellow slave. She would probably always resent him...<br><br>Now that he managed to depress himself he became more timid again, watching her with an anxious expression, afraid of messing up and scaring the little creature even worse. It made him happy that she accepted his sole blanket. It probably smelled of him to her sensitive nose, but she didn't seem scared of that, at least. How could he show her he meant no harm? How could he earn her trust? How could he make her life better? He supposed it would take time, and he would need to be patient.<br><br>"Of course," he said gently, his lips quirking in a small smile as he watched her eat so cutely. "It's my favorite treat. Isn't it yummy?" He smiled at her chocolate eyes shyly, his grey ones carrying a fond, gentle look in them. She was so hungry, it made him sad all over again. This poor thing! "Is there anything else I can get you? Anything at all? Would you like to sleep in Taavi's bed for a while? I'll go do chores if you do and not disturb you. Or..." he trailed off, trying to think of what else. He wasn't used to thinking of the needs of someone other than his mistress, which were often sexual anyway. <br><br>"What can Taavi do for you to make you happy and trust him?" he asked in a small, sad voice, his eyes locked earnestly on hres.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Present for a Pet (storiwyr and desideratum)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Storiwyr</strong> on <strong>16-10-2008, 09:07:23</strong>
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				But the fox girl did not resent him even now. It was not in her nature to feel anger or resentment. Indeed things might have been easier on her if she had been capable of such emotions. They might have provided her with some protection against the standard abuses wrought by the slave markets. Yet instead she was an openhearted and sensitive thing, easy to hurt, and so with no protection against cruelty she <em>was</em> hurt, over and over again. Physically harmed and emotionally devastated by an inability to understand why anyone should want to harm her, and left only with the conclusion that she must be a very bad little fox indeed.<br><br>She held the crumbly muffin in one cupped palm, continuing to nibble at it but careful not to waste a single crumb. He was right. It was very good, and she could feel the honed edge of her hunger slowly dull until it was less urgent. Her pace slowed considerably, and she looked almost contemplative. She nodded to his question, blinking shyly. It occurred to her that she was eating his favorite treat. Maybe it was his only one if he'd been saving it. She stopped with only a few bites left and stared at him for a few minutes, so still that it seemed she'd been paused. Finally she scooted forward just a little bit more, extending her hand to him with the remaining piece of muffin cradled in it, the blanket parted around her arm. Her ears were back, and she was obviously rather frightened to be so close to him, but still she was offering him the rest of the treat he'd given her. <br><br>She shot a quick look over her shoulder at Taavi's bed. She was tired. Very tired. But for some reason she didn't want him to go. The longer he went without hitting her, the more the balance of her fear of strange places began to outweigh her fear of strange people. At his final question, she shuffled a little closer on her knees and offered the muffin again.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Present for a Pet (storiwyr and desideratum)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>desideratum</strong> on <strong>17-10-2008, 09:47:54</strong>
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				Taavi couldn't help but smile at the sweet gesture. The poor girl was starving, scared out of her wits, probably expected him to start beating her at any moment, and she stills offers him the rest of her treat? He reached out slowly as if to accept the muffin, but instead, his hands wrapped gently around her soft, furred ones, closing them tighter around the muffin. His grip was firm but gentle, warm and reassuring. He scooted forward as well just enough to gently push her hands--and the muffin--back to her chest, then took his hands back. It was the closest he'd been to her so far and he enjoyed getting closer to her, even getting to touch her soft hands. He could see the silky detail of her sandy fur grain, her sharp little teeth as she chewed, her big brown eyes that seemed to want to swallow him up. He tilted his head curiously as he watched her, taking it all in. She was a fascinating creature, and so adorable...but then, he probably seemed strange to her, he realized with a small flitter of his wings.<br><br>"It's your treat," he said with a grin after giving the piece of muffin back to her. His own stomach grumbled quietly, but he ignored it. He would happily miss a meal if it meant helping this poor little fox girl and bringing her to trust him a little more. "Go on, eat up," he encouraged cheerily. " He stayed kneeled in that one spot in the hopes that she wouldn't run from him again. He wanted to close that little bit of distance that remained, to gather her up in his arms and somehow fight off all those horrible memories, to protect her and make it all better...But instead he waited patiently, his gentle eyes watching hers thoughtfully and hopefully.
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