Where is the Werewolf [staring: Junki & BrilliantDays]
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				Title: <strong>Where is the Werewolf [staring: Junki &amp; BrilliantDays]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Junki</strong> on <strong>12-03-2010, 23:07:12</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i171.photobucket.com/albums/u299/1Sara_s/Decorated%20images/414112-1.jpg)</div>It had been a long time since the young man had any company whatsoever. It was almost painful how he seemed to waste his life away in the dreary mansion. With his deceased father, he just felt like there was no point in living. So it got bored of sitting in his room that he got up. He walked over to the window and pulled back the heavy drapes. He sighed slightly from relief, seeing the warm summer sky. Thinking it was time to get out, he got himself cleaned and dressed in rich clothing, however light in fabric, being that it was the summer time. He ordered that the team be hitched, for he was going to take a ride through town. <em>'Perhaps if I just get some fresh air, I'll feel a bit better...'</em> he thought to himself. One might ask why didn't he just kill himself to end his lonely life. Well truth be told, he wasn't suicidal. No matter how much he thought to do it, he just couldn't bring himself to. Perhaps it was the fear of pain, not succeeding, and the fear of the after life. What was there when one died? No matter how much Ermetico contemplated on his life and what else could be out there, suicide was just not the answer to end his suffering.<br><br>Once the team had been hitched and he was informed that the carriage was ready to go, he gathered his gloves and top hat. He slipped on the white gloves over his long slender fingers. Settling in the soft confines of his carriage, he relaxed back. His dark shaggy hung above his piercing blue eyes, some strands hanging in front of them. He order the driver to take him into town. He was thinking that perhaps he would go visit where his seamstress worked and have her make up some new clothes for him. Feeling the summer air was actually putting him in a rather good mood. It was nice. <br><br>Feeling the wagon start go, Ermetico was jerked slightly from side to side as the rode down a country rode until they finally hit the smoother roads in town. He rested his head back for a moment before he scooted next to a window. He pulled back the little drape and looked outside. Seeing people pass by was a nice change. Watching kids play hopscotch, and others being pulled along by their mothers. Ermetico couldn't help but smile slightly. That was till the carriage was pulled into an immediate stop. Ermetico gasped, regaining himself quickly before he jumped out of the carriage about to chew out his driver. Or at least that was his plan until he spotted a young boy laying out in the middle of the road. Ermetico looked up at the driver who shrugged his shoulders. Ermetico sighed, relaxing his features before he went to go see if the young man was alright. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Where is the Werewolf [staring: Junki &amp; BrilliantDays]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Observing Trifles</strong> on <strong>13-03-2010, 01:04:26</strong>
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				Skye's stomach had grumbled constantly for the past three days with little relief. Ordinarily, he handled the gnawing hunger very well, but with the summer heat came an inescapable need for sustenance and ignoring his system's angry cry for food was getting him nowhere. He had little choice but to find food or begin succumbing to illness.<br><br>When he was fifteen years old, Skye Crosse was orphaned and by age sixteen, he was homeless, kicked out of his aunt and uncle's home because of their children's unreasonable disdain for him. For a year, he had managed to get by with money earned from a local farm during the peak seasons, but with the drought came a lack of production and subsequent cutbacks in workers. Skye had been one of their first dismissals and just after reaching his seventeenth year, he had finally begun to feel the effects of it. His fairly long, choppy brown hair was a mess, his green eyes listless, his porcelain skin marred with dirt, and his raggedy clothes too small. He possessed nothing of value save for his leather shoes, and he was more than prepared to sell them off it it meant quelling his hunger.<br><br>"Please, they must be worth something," Skye begged, desperately following a woman through the market. "I don't need much, only a small loaf of bread. You could sell these to the shopkeep down the street and get more than your money's worth back..."<br><br>The portly woman waved him off dismissively, not even giving him a second glance. "Go sell them yourself, boy."<br><br>"I tried, ma'am, but he wouldn't even-"<br><br>A vendor from the fruit stand had quickly grown tired of Skye's constant begging and, while his back was turned, approached the youth and grabbed him roughly by the arm. Skye winced; he could already feel a bruise forming where the man had grabbed him. "That's enough outta you," the lanky old man barked, dragging Skye away and closer to the street. "Leave the lady alone and be on your way!"<br><br>With that, the man tossed Skye out onto the dusty road and thoughtlessly strolled back to his post, either not seeing or simply not caring about the oncoming carriage. The teenager hit the ground hard and groaned accordingly, his shoulder aching and his arm scraped by the gravel. But that was the least of his worries; when he looked up, he saw the carriage heading his way, and there was no time for him to move. Skye curled up and looked away, bracing himself for the worst, but miraculously, the carriage came to a sudden halt and the danger was gone. Sighing, relieved, the youth gathered up his small satchel and the shoes he had tried so desperately to sell, shakily pulling himself up onto his bare feet.<br><br>Not even bothering to dust himself off, Skye stared at the man climbing out of the carriage with a touch of fear in his emerald eyes. What if he was angry for the interruption...? "I... I'm so sorry, sir," he murmured, backing out of the street and away from the carriage's path. "I didn't mean to..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Where is the Werewolf [staring: Junki &amp; BrilliantDays]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Junki</strong> on <strong>13-03-2010, 13:23:30</strong>
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				Seeing the boy stand there and apologize, Ermetico couldn't help but think that he could possibly be the solution to his solitude. He stood there for a moment in deep thought as he looked at the boy. It was probably a bit weird being that he was a full grown man standing their with a blank expression and not a word on his lips. Finally though as he heard the horse next to him make a little noise, he came to his senses. "No, no... It's fine."&nbsp; he said with a smile as he walked up towards the boy. He noticed the boys poor condition, wondering to himself how long been here begging for food and what not. At least that is what he assumed since his shoes were longer on the feet and were being carried in his arms. Ermetico knew that the ground was probably very hot for one to be walking. He had his carriage-man pull over to the side, using nothing but his hand to motion him over.<br><br>The rich nobleman than looked back at the boy. His heart cried out to him as he looked at the dark smudges on his face. He walked over and brushed some of the boys hair out of his face. He tried smiling warmly to him, but it didn't take a blind man to note that because of his wealth it seemed to frighten him. He pulled back slightly. "Come... Put your shoes on." he spoke softly. Ermetico was going to take him. He was in dire need of some company, and to have someone feed his "pet" was in need order. Not that he couldn't survive three days or anything, but to have the service nonetheless was desired. He wondered if he should go into o ne of his more cheery moods to lure the boy on his nice carriage. But perhaps a nice meal and some new clothes would do the same. <br><br>He contemplated it for a moment or two, standing there in thought. He turned to face the boy again, looking into the pitiful eyes of a young boy so helpless in the elements in the summers heat. He glanced over to find stands occupied with customers, some not. He wondered why anyone would refuse to feed such a young thing. But then again, this is where the world had come to in the time of his hiding. Hateful and Selfish. Even Ermetico could recall walking down the very same streets with his eldest brother when they were about the same age. The town use to be so much more livelier then. Children's laughter filled the streets, shop keepers and vendors giving small treats to children who all they had to do was hold out their hand. But as time goes, things change. The town suddenly seemed darker, even though he had witness just a moment ago a few happy children that were left.<br><br>"I am in need of a companion." he said looking at the boy, suddenly wanting to pull him into his arms and tell him everything was alright.&nbsp; But he knew that would be just a tad bit awkward if he did that. No doubt he would be given dirty looks from the townspeople, not to mention he had no idea how the boy would respond to such boldness. <br><br>"If you don't mind, I'd be honored to have you in my household. You could be my guest for now, and then if you wished, I could offer you a job." he suggested. He wondered if the boy would hop to the idea of working for him. "I could give you new clothes, food, and you can bathe whenever you see fit, though I do hope you would take one soon if you agree to come home with me." he said with a little smile. He wondered then if his looks were too intimidating. What did the other think of him? After all, he was a tall man, with dark hair and piercing blue eyes. One might find him to be a little intimidating. "I promise I won't bite." he said, holding his white gloved hands up in the air as if surrendering. He got a couple looks that time. But truth was, Ermetico was indeed desperate for a companion. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Where is the Werewolf [staring: Junki &amp; BrilliantDays]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Observing Trifles</strong> on <strong>13-03-2010, 20:51:36</strong>
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				Skye was not usually the skittish type, but he couldn't help being a little on edge in the face of the wealthy man standing before him. Most well-to-do people who came around the little town didn't do so because they cared to be bothered by beggars and they, more so than the townspeople, could be rather cruel. As such, Skye feared the worst for a moment or two, biting his lip and wondering which was the bigger offense: having stalled the man's journey by falling in front of his horses or stalling him further by standing there like an idiot.<br><br>But the man didn't seem all that bothered, if a little uncomfortable because of his filthy state. In fact, his was the kindest face that Skye had seen in quite a while and for that, he was grateful and his tension lifted accordingly. At the very least, the youth decided, he wouldn't be thrown down into the dirt again. About then, the nobleman voiced his proposition and Skye blinked at him, stunned.<br><br>A companion? A guest in this man's household? Skye was a little skeptical at first, but he had to admit, the prospect of steady work for a wealthy man was very tempting. He wasn't sure what the job entailed, but anything was better than begging. The offer was too appealing - how could he possibly say no? After but a moment's contemplation, Skye began to nod, the tiny touches of a smile turning up his lips. The youth had a fairly pleasant face beneath all the dirt and grime, but he so rarely smiled that it never shone through very well.<br><br>"I would be very grateful for a job, sir," he said, awkwardly balancing on one foot to put one of his shoes on, and then repeating the action to don the other. "Before the drought, I used to work a great many different jobs at the Kingsley farm, so I'm fairly sure that I can be useful to you." Skye didn't even think to ask what the job was, exactly, or how he would be paid, but then, he didn't really mind. Work was work and if it meant that he had a roof over his head and food in his stomach, that was payment enough.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Where is the Werewolf [staring: Junki &amp; BrilliantDays]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Junki</strong> on <strong>14-03-2010, 15:15:41</strong>
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				Ermetico couldn't help but grin as the other agree to take him up on the offer. Hearing that he had worked at the Kingsley farm didn't really seem to brighten the deal he was getting. He was just glad to have such a fine lad accompany him on the way home and to stay with him. He was already planning on what he would get the boy to wear. He knew his parents boxed a lot of his and his brothers clothes from when they were younger, so surely there must be something in there. He was sure the boy wouldn't mind using them. They were nothing compared to the clothes he was wearing after all. Their clothes were clean, pressed, durable, and rich appealing. Why, Ermetico was sure that once they got the boy all cleaned up he would be as fancy as a prince.<br><br>"Well that is very good!" he tried to say with some enthusiasm. But not wanting to waste anymore time there on the street, he grabbed the boys hand and dragged him into the carriage, setting him down on one side of the red satin, feather filled cushions; soft and slightly bouncy they were. On the way back to his mansion, he introduced himself as Ermetico, but told the boy that it would be simply alright if he just called him Sin. It was the first part of his last name and it was by farm much easier to say than Ermetico. Plus it was what everyone called him. <br><br>The carriage ride wasn't at all long.&nbsp; At least it wasn't as long as it would have been had it been a ride alone. Why even Ermetico was surprised when the carriage came to a halt. He got out of the carriage first, one of his butlers having come out and opened it for him. Once Ermetico got out, he turned to extend a hand for the boy, helping him out. He then led him into his richly furbished home as the carriage was then brought around to the stables to be unhitched and put away until Ermetico was ready to go out again- which he was assuming wouldn't be for a while. Dark marble floors welcomed them along with the little living space over towards the right to welcome guests in. But being that boy was in need of a bath he decided to skip formalities and just take him up for a nice bath.<br><br>Leading the way up the stairs, the man led the boy into his bedroom. His bedroom also had the dark marble stone. However instead of it being bare it had animal skins and fancy rugs from foreign lands to make the journey through the bedroom quite lovely on the feet, soft. The large windows in his bedroom were covered with dark drapes to keep the morning light out. A large bed was against one side of the room with see-through curtains on that, making seem as if the bed itself had light sails on it. A beautiful royal blue bed spread covered the bed and on top it was adorned with pillows of all shapes and sizes. The room was lighted by oil lamps and beautiful paintings decorated his walls. It was definitely the most comforting and relaxing room in his house. <br><br>Ermetico led him through his bedroom, across the luxurious rugs and into his well lighted bathroom. A large tub made of white marble sat in one corner. Ermetico walked over to the tub and turned the round knobs till water started to gush out. Only the finest of homes had such splendid indoor plumbing, for it was costly. Ermetico let the tub fill up with nice warm water before he turned to the boy who left to stand in the doorway. "Now would you like me to assist you or would you care for a servant?" he asked.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Where is the Werewolf [staring: Junki &amp; BrilliantDays]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Observing Trifles</strong> on <strong>14-03-2010, 22:26:12</strong>
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				Before Skye knew what was what, Ermetico had drawn him away from the street and into the carriage. The red satin interior was by far superior to anything that the teenager was used to; he hadn't ever ridden in a carriage before. The sheer luxury of it almost made Skye afraid to touch anything, given its pristine nature and his filthy person. Mercifully, Ermetico offered a delightfully charming distraction and the youth loosened up a bit, politely introducing himself a minute or two into the ride. He was pleasantly surprised by how kind Ermetico was and, suddenly, he was rather happy for that cruel vendor who had shoved him out in front of his horses.<br><br>Upon arriving at Ermetico's home, Skye was rather blown away by its grandeur. He had only ever heard of such palatial residences and glimpsed them from long distances, but he had never expected to be a guest in one. Or work in one. Things had finally begun to look up. Eagerly following Ermetico where he led, Skye eagerly took in his surroundings, astounded by the exquisite decor. He felt so out of place in his raggedy clothes amongst all the polished marble and spotless carpets, particularly when they entered Ermetico's bedroom, but the prospect of a proper bath soothed his worry. The man even had running water, something that Skye had never seen for himself.<br><br>Green eyes blinked curiously when Ermetico spoke to him next. He hadn't expected anyone to assist him while he bathed. Skye was not about to turn down a show of hospitality, given how kind the nobleman had been to him thus far, but he wasn't too keen on the idea of calling up a stranger to help him.&nbsp; He would be far more comfortable with Ermetico. "No need for a servant," he replied, tentatively approaching the bathtub. As with the rest of the decor, Skye was almost afraid of dirtying it.<br><br>Setting down his small leather satchel, Skye slowly toed off his shoes and looked down at himself, suddenly a bit self-conscious. Ermetico had said that he would stay to assist him, but did that mean he would watch him undress, too? "Uhm..." He peered toward the nobleman. "Are you going to watch...?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Where is the Werewolf [staring: Junki &amp; BrilliantDays]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Junki</strong> on <strong>18-03-2010, 01:30:35</strong>
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				Ermetico smirked ever so slightly as he heard the boys question. "No..." he said softly before turning around. Ermetico waited to hear that the boy was in the water before finally turning around. The last thing Ermetico wanted the lad to think was that he was some sort of creeper. In fact, Ermetico had no intention of becoming that close to&nbsp; him. He just wanted some company, and more-so having someone to rely on to when it came to feeding time. Though he tried to push the thoughts aside as he approached the tub, peering down at the filthy young man sitting there in the tub. Ermetico closed his eyes for a moment as he lifted his white gloved hand to his mouth, pulling off the soft material slowly till it revealed his slender long fingers.<br><br>Taking the glove from his bare hand he did the same with his other hand before tucking the gloves into his back pocket. Ermetico opened his eyes slightly to undo the buttons on his cuffs, soon rolling up his sleeves. Before kneeling down at the tub, he placed down a towel for his knees to rest on. Becoming eye level with Skye, he reached over and grabbed a little hand towel and a bar of sweet soap. He lathered the two items together in the water, causing a light soapy fog. However in the midst of getting ready to clean him, Ermetico made sure to keep his eyes locked on others, even if he looked away, Ermetico kept his gaze in touch with those bright green orbs. Once the rag was lathered enough with soap, he started with washing the boys back. His movements were slow and gentle, making sure to make the bath relaxing yet getting him clean.<br><br>After he finished washing the young mans torso, he grabbed some liquid soap that was in a beautiful jar off to the side of the tub. Ermetico lathered his hands up with the soap in the jar and started to wash Skye's hair. He made sure to clean the scalp well however in manor that was gentle. Telling him to close his eyes, he rinsed his hair with a little bucket that was also off to the side of the tub. Once that was done, he handed the other the bar of soap and rag. "You can stand up and wash your lower half." he said softly. Ermetico would have been more than happy to do it for him, but he figured from the boys previous question, that he would probably be more comfortable doing it himself.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Where is the Werewolf [staring: Junki &amp; BrilliantDays]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Observing Trifles</strong> on <strong>18-03-2010, 12:20:53</strong>
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				Satisfied that, at the very least, Ermetico wouldn't deliberately see him undress, Skye breathed out a soft sigh of relief and began stripping away his clothing. Beneath the layers of dirt-caked cloth was milky white skin, although the grime his body had accumulated did well to conceal it. He was quite thin - too thin - but not entirely emaciated, keeping him from looking too sickly.<br><br>Hurring along, Skye slipped into the warm water and practically melted. It had been ages since he had had a proper bath; out on the streets of the little town, he had to settle for quick rubdowns and they were never very thorough. Moreover, no one had ever helped him to bathe before... It was odd, sitting back and letting Ermetico scrub his body like that, but with the older man constantly looking directly at his face, Skye felt the slightest bit more comfortable. He was terribly ashamed of his young body, if only because he was taught to be, and it showed. But, he opted to put his reservations on the back burner and simply allowed Ermetico to wash him and his hair, after which he felt and looked worlds better.<br><br>Wiping his freshly-cleaned face, Skye offered Ermetico a bright smile. "Thank you." He took the rag and the soap, rubbing the two together and then bending his knees up closer to his chest to scrub his legs. If only for the moment, he wasn't all that concerned about Ermetico seeing his nakedness. Getting clean had put him in a very good mood. All he needed then was a bit of food in his stomach and he would be happy as a clam.<br><br>"If you don't mind me asking, Sin," Skye murmured thoughtfully as he rinsed the rag, "you said you had a job for me. What exactly is it? What would I have to do?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Where is the Werewolf [staring: Junki &amp; BrilliantDays]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Junki</strong> on <strong>19-03-2010, 02:09:18</strong>
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				Ermetico slowly looked towards the young man at his question. He wasn't exactly sure how to tell the boy. Troubled with the concept he finally decided to just say something in hopes that he would buy it and agree to helping him with the said task. "I need you to feed my pet." he said softly. He knew it sounded lame, but of course it wasn't just any pet. It wasn't anything like a dog, cat, bird, or whatever other domesticated animal. It was a creature of the dark, death, and misfortune. Of course it was beautiful though. <br><br>"I go on a three day trip once a month and I need you to feed him. However, in the course of tending him, you must not enter his cage, let alone unlock it." he mused softly. He got up and moved to the bathroom window where he peered out the side to spot the attached tower to his mansion; tall and almost windowless. It had one window near the top of the tower, however small and covered with thick metal bars. "I keep him locked up tight and will only give you the key once I before I leave." he explained softly. He turned slightly and picked up a soft, large white towel from a cabinet and moved over to boy. Having the boy rise to his feet, Ermetico wrapped the towel around his thin figure before helping him out of the tub so he wouldn't slip.<br><br>Once he was out of the tub, Ermetico pulled the plug and watched for a moment as the dirty, foggy water started to go down the drain. He turned to the boy and led him into his room. The matter of clothes were still there. He was starting to think they should have hunted for clothes instead. Ermetico walked over to his closet before swinging it open. Inside was like another room itself with clothes hung up all around. Shoes occupied the back wall as there was a stand that displayed his assortment of cravats. He dug around in the back where he found a few boxes. Finally he pulled out a box that had the number 17 written in dark ink in the corner. Smiling that he finally found an old box of his teenage years, he walked&nbsp; back over to the bed and opened it. Inside revealed neatly pressed clothes that were practically flawless. "I hope these will due till we can get you your own." he said softly. He didn't mind the other using his clothes, but he thought it would be nice to provide the boy with brand new things. He was just glad that his clothes had been safely stored in the back of his closet. <br><br>"Some of these clothes are tricky to put on and are often easier with some assistance. Would you care for my help?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Where is the Werewolf [staring: Junki &amp; BrilliantDays]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Observing Trifles</strong> on <strong>19-03-2010, 02:57:06</strong>
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				"Petsitting?"<br><br>That sounded innocent enough, watching after a wealthy man's prized pet while he went away on trips. Surely, though, Ermetico had other servants to take care of an animal while he was away. One of his butlers, perhaps, or a lesser employee in his mansion. Why did he need to hire someone else to do it? Curious as he was, Skye wasn't complaining. Ermetico's need for another employee meant that he would be off the streets and live a far more comfortable light. It sounded almost too good to be true.<br><br>Standing, enveloped in a warm, fluffy bath towel, Skye stepped out of the tub and followed Ermetico into the bedroom where, very shortly, the wealthy man presented him with an exquisite set of clothing. The teen was in awe. He had only ever glimpsed such lavish clothing and never had he ever dreamed that he would wear them himself. They looked complicated to put on, so he was quite eager to accept Ermetico's help in donning them.<br><br>"I think I'll need a little help," Skye admitted as he let down his hand to touch the expensive cloth. "I've never worn clothes like these before... Is it really okay for me to be wearing them?"<br><br>In a way, Skye still felt as though he was an intruder in Ermetico's home. He felt horribly out of place in such extravagance, despite his eagerness to take part in some of it. But Ermetico seemed quite generous, for whatever reason, and Skye was happy to accept that generosity. No one had ever been this kind to him before.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Where is the Werewolf [staring: Junki &amp; BrilliantDays]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Junki</strong> on <strong>23-03-2010, 13:58:57</strong>
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				Hearing the young mans question, he couldn't help but smile. But he nodded and preceded to tell him not to open the cage. Ermetico feared all the dangers that might happen if the cage were to be open. He feared for Skye's life most of all. Surely if the lad decided to go in cage there would be no tomorrow for him. Yes, his "pet" was very dangerous. It had been trait passed down from his father. Even his one of his other brothers had it, but he moved far away after he learned to control it. Ermetico on the other hand, well, he just hasn't learned to control his inner beast.<br><br>Once they were in the bedroom and Skye was asking for help, he went over and picked up a white dress shirt. He then moved behind Skye and helped him slip it on before moving to the front and helping him with the buttons. He handed the lad a pair of undergarments before he started to fish for some pants, taking out a belt and some other things to go with the outfit. He was actually starting to have some fun and a little smile rested on his lips as he dug through the box of clothes. Not even with is brothers did he do this sort of thing. The servants were always requested. Ermetico held no real special bond with any of them. <br><br>Once Skye was finally finished getting dressed, Ermetico took a step back and observed the masterpiece. "Ah! Your hair!" he exclaimed slightly as he spun on his heels. He moved across the room and picked up a dainty brush off of his dresser and moved back behind Skye. He gently started to brush through his hair, removing little knots and making it nice smooth. Finally he tossed the brush on the bed, roughed up Skye's hair just a bit- so it wouldn't have that slick wet look, and observed again. "Much better." he smiled. He went over to the box and closed it up. "We can put these you in room in a little while. As for now, let's go down to the kitchen and get something to eat. You can ask for anything you want." he said gently as he started to lead the way from his bedroom.<br><br>He led Skye to the kitchen. What a magnificent place that was. The shelves on the walls held plates, bowls, cups, and all sort so kitchen ware, in a neat fashion of course. There was even a large fireplace that had a black pot hanging over it, no doubt it was soup that would be later served for the servants. There were about two servants in the kitchen,&nbsp; making sure everything was spotless. However when they saw Ermetico entered, they turned and curtsy, saying "Good day, Master Ermetico," in unison. Ermetico tried repeatedly to get everyone to just call him Sin. But he supposed it was his father who made sure everyone under his care stayed respectful.<br><br>"We'd like something to eat. Skye is going to be the guardian of my pet of while I'm away so make him whatever he wants." he said in a cool clear tone, even a hint of authority rested in his words. The two servants nodded once before looking towards Skye, waiting to be told what to make.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Where is the Werewolf [staring: Junki &amp; BrilliantDays]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Observing Trifles</strong> on <strong>24-03-2010, 12:35:15</strong>
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				Skye was not at all used to having people dress him. It seemed like a very awkward idea to him, quite frankly - why have someone help you with something you're more than capable of doing yourself? He was a very modest young man, one who couldn't stand bothering someone to help him unless he absolutely needed help, but given the nature of this clothing... yes, he definitely needed help. Hopefully, he thought, he would learn how to dress himself in these exquisite clothing before too long had passed. Although, he had to admit that he liked the added time spent with Ermetico. He was very nice, Skye decided; it would be nice to have him as constant company.<br><br>With his hair freshly groomed, clean clothes on his thin body, Skye was only too eager to go down into the kitchen. His stomach began to growl at the very thought of food; he hadn't eaten in days and being so close to his first real meal in so long had him a little antsy. Practically hopping along after Ermetico, Skye gave a polite smile to the kitchen workers before looking around the room. Goodness, even the kitchen was fabulously decorated. Skye had never known that such luxury existed.<br><br>Asked what he wanted to eat, the teenager chewed on his lower lip contemplatively. "Uhm..." He wasn't sure what was considered polite in this sort of situation. Did he ask for a lot? Did he ask for a little? Skye was a very awkward creature in such grandiose surroundings; it would take him a little while to grow out of that.<br><br>"I'm not really picky," he said, discreetly holding his hand to his grumbling stomach. Just being near the food was enough to make him feel even more hungry than he already was. "Something simple is fine." A quick look around to see what was available told Skye that no matter what he asked for, it probably wouldn't leave much of a dent in Ermetico's food stores. So, maybe he could afford to make a specific request...<br><br>"Chicken?" Skye asked at length, blinking his big green eyes. "With vegetables, please."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Where is the Werewolf [staring: Junki &amp; BrilliantDays]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Junki</strong> on <strong>29-03-2010, 16:52:51</strong>
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				The women simply bowed slightly before looking towards Ermetico to see if he wanted something as well. "I'll take a cup of black coffee..." he said softly before turning and moving over to a little table that resided in a corner of the kitchen. He didn't usually eat there, but he figured it would be just as easy to eat there than in the dinning room. He sat down and propped on elbow on the table as he crossed his legs, slumping a little back as he watched the women quickly move around the kitchen to prepare the food that was requested. Vegetables were thrown on the cast-iron stove as the chicken was shot with melted butter and then nicely seasoned before tossed in the oven, in hopes of coming out as a nice tasty, moist chicken. <br><br>A few minutes went by in silence and soon the young mans food was served in front of him, as well as Ermetico's cup of coffee. The servants asked if anything else was needed. Ermetico made sure the that Skye got the drink of the choice before shewing them away. He brought his cup of coffee to his lips and sniffed the rim, the rich coffee scent wafting to fill his senses. He almost hesitated to sip it, but eventually did. The bitter flavor of coffee filled his mouth. He had never come to a conclusion whether or not he liked the stuff. It had an interesting flavor, yet at the same time, left a most undesirable aftertaste. He took another sip, and then another, each time hoping something good might come out of it until all of it was gone.<br><br>Ermetico sat his cup down on the table and looked at the boy who seemed to be really enjoying the fancy plateful of chicken and vegetables. He always wondered what people liked in eating chicken. Sure chicken was filling, but it wasn't exactly what Ermetico considered tasty. Cows and wild game were so much fun to fill the mouth with. Especially if it was chase through the woods. Ermetico slid down further in his chair, trying to get a bit more comfortable. Looking at the young man who was now all clean and spiffy, looked rather desirable too. He bit his bottom lip in wonder of what the boy would taste like. Ermetico dropped his gaze. It was probably not the wisest thing to think of. He looked outside and towards the sky. He only had a few more nights left before he would have to go on a "trip". He wasn't really looking forward to it, but perhaps he would actually eat this time.<br><br>He turned his attention back towards Skye. "Is it good?" he asked with an amused look. "If you want more, don't be at all afraid to ask."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Where is the Werewolf [staring: Junki &amp; BrilliantDays]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Observing Trifles</strong> on <strong>30-03-2010, 12:40:07</strong>
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				It occurred to Skye, as he took a seat at the other end of the small table, that Ermetico probably didn't dine in his kitchen very often, if at all. It seemed more appropriate that the wealthy man of the house would take his food in the dining room and for the briefest moment, Skye wondered if maybe he was overgeneralizing. The teen simply assumed that all rich men were alike, that all of them were snooty and unnecessarily rude, but Ermetico was shattering his perception of the upper classes. The man actually seemed very down to earth, which relaxed Skye considerably and made it that much easier for him to actually be around the other man.<br><br>Once one of the cooks shuffled over with his food and Ermetico's cup of black coffee, Skye murmured a polite "thank you" and eyed the meal presented to him. God. it was all he could do not to start tearing into and devouring the piece of finely-roasted poultry, he was so hungry. But, if only because he didn't want to come across as a crass, uncouth guest in Ermetico's home, he refrained, used a little restraint, and started in calmly. It wasn't as though he had never seen food before, after all... but he certainly hadn't seen that much of it on one plate before, especially not on a plate put together just for him.<br><br>Despite his harnessed self-control, Skye found himself unable to dine ridiculously slowly after the first two bites and instead began shoveling forkful after forkful of food into his mouth. He tried not to make a mess and he prayed that he didn't look like the sloppiest eater in the world, but after days without the smallest scrap of nourishment, he simply couldn't pace himself as well as he might have liked. Skye was still a growing boy, after all; he could have stood to gain a few more pounds.<br><br>Looking up at last when Ermetico spoke, Skye washed down a mouthful with a glass of water provided to him by one of the two cooks and covered his mouth with his napkin as he swallowed. "Yes," he said at last, smiling some as he placed down the napkin and giving a nod of his head in affirmation. "Yes, it's very good, thank you." He speared a few vegetables onto his fork and, finally over the worst of his hunger, settled into a slower pace of eating. At last, Skye felt comfortable enough in Ermetico's home to relax, and he sighed accordingly, rather content with how things had turned out.<br><br>"Hey, Sin..." Once more, Skye turned his emerald eyes toward Ermetico, a curious expression crossing his youthful visage as he batted his eyelids once or twice. "I know you said that you needed a companion," he said, "but you could've just as easily left me there. I'm grateful that you didn't, of course, but I'm not exactly... you know..." He fidgeted awkwardly in his seat. "I'm not like you. I'm broke and practically everyone in the town looked at me like I had the plague or something. So I'm surprised you even looked at me twice..." Hopefully, Ermetico wouldn't think him utterly foolish, but Skye was still confused as to how he managed to go from starving and homeless to nourished and housed in the finest home from here to the neighboring county.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Where is the Werewolf [staring: Junki &amp; BrilliantDays]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Junki</strong> on <strong>07-04-2010, 19:35:30</strong>
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				Sin watched in light amusement as he watched the young man try his best to eat with manors. He was going to have to make for sure that he knew how to properly eat. However, that would come later of course. And it was the farthest thing from his mind once the boy started to talk. He listened to him intently and looked down. Surely had to be some explanation as to why he had chosen Skye. He could tell that even the mansion workers wanted some sort answer to spread around. Though to be honest, Sin wasn't even sure himself why Skye had been the one he chose. It was just the timing. Though that hardly stood as an explanation.<br><br>Sin scratched the side of his head in slight irritation. He could feel the eyes of his servants boring their nosy eyes at him. He glanced up at them only to see them spin on their heels and hop right back to work. "Well... There really isn't anyways to put it simply." he said looking into the young eyes. He really didn't know how to explain it without sounding sappy or lame. Ermetico was a wealthy man, full of power and money. Even though he didn't act all snobbish, he still had an image and a reputation to withhold. "You just appeared to be the perfect person for the task I have for you." Of course he was referring to taking care of his wolf. He thought of adding some dark humor to it. Though decided not to frighten the young lad just yet.<br><br>Ermetico looked at those rich emerald eyes. "But I am glad to also have you for a companion." he said softly. He leaned in closely and cupped his cheek gently. "You have such beautiful eyes." Catching himself, he stood up and pushed in his seat. A servant came around and collected the dirty dishes. He looked straight towards the door of the kitchen. "We'll be back in an hour for dessert." he informed the kitchen staff. He then reached down and took Skye's hand gently in his own. He smiled slightly at the warm of the other. "I must give you a tour so you know your way around." he smiled kindly. There was so much to show. Even Sin got lost from time to time again in his own home. <br><br>But hopefully with some luck, they would actually complete the tour and make it back to the kitchen within the hour. Ermetico led Skye out and over towards a grand staircase. It was probably wise to start with the top and work their way down.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Where is the Werewolf [staring: Junki &amp; BrilliantDays]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Observing Trifles</strong> on <strong>10-04-2010, 12:41:31</strong>
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				While Skye still felt endlessly curious toward the situation, he supposed that it had been entirely random on Ermetico's part. He had simply been at the right place at the right time, that was all. Ermetico needed someone to keep him company and he wasn't the sort to turn up his nose just because an available opportunity was not in his social class. Skye was grateful for that. If Ermetico had been another snobbish noble, he would have been very much out of luck and at the end of his rope. Accordingly, Skye gave the man a small smile, nodding to say that he understood. At least somewhat.<br><br>But he paused, his smile fading as he felt Ermetico's hand on his cheek, while the noble commented on the beauty of his eyes. Were they really? No one had ever said such a thing to him before and as such, Skye found himself at a loss. Even blushing. He could feel the heat rising to his cheeks, giving his porcelain features a gentle dusting of pink. "Thank you..."<br><br>Shortly thereafter, Skye finished his food and nudged the plate away, thanking the staff for a fantastic meal before standing and following Ermetico to the door. He hadn't expected the other man to take his hand like that, but it certainly wasn't an unwelcome gesture. In fact, Skye rather liked it. Again, his face lit up with a smile and he willingly laced his fingers into those of the nobleman's, eagerly following him through the corridor and toward the staircase where he would begin the tour.<br><br>"Your home is so beautiful," Skye marveled, looking up and all around like a tourist in a big city. "Have you always lived here? I've seen this place from a distance before, but I never knew who lived in it."
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