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Post by Vyncent Schwarz on Apr 18, 2009 17:07:48 GMT -5
It was hot. More than hot, it was sweltering. Kai was bewildered at how, during his time in the Empire, he hadn't gotten used to the temperature, but every warmer-than-usual day (which was usually everyday) the heat of the morning made him irritable, and the almost unbearable incandescence of the afternoon often made him sleepy. It was only mid-morning as of yet though, so he could only mildly complain. He was sat at the 'backstage' of the arena, away from the high, magnificent stone walls, the podium, the enormous sand covered circle used for the most brutal of arts and the stands where screaming, and often swearing attendants seated themselves. That was far away, it seemed, from the silence of the little tent, even though in reality the distance was only a hundred metres or so.
The living quarters, if you could call them that, of the 'fighters', weren't even buildings. Just a string of wide, loosely constructed tents to keep out the heat, the hot, arid wind and the eyes of others. Having been there for almost as long as he could remember, Kai was quite accustomed to this place. He had his own space where other competitors knew to leave him be; not that they bothered him much anyway, and he was currently sprawled on the floor, arms tucked behind his head and his eyes closed. A shiny bruise was slowly beginning to fade on one side of his face; Master had visited that morning, to inform him that he, not any other slave, would have the pleasure of fighting the new-comer, and he had also received a smack for his trouble.
Old bastard must be feeling his age again, Kai thought in faint annoyance, rather surprised at his own flare of irritation, so rarely shown these days. Must be the heat, he grumbled to himself, either that or the full moon would be there soon. One fluffy, black tipped ear twitched as the faintest sounds of the spectators filing into the arena stands reached him, and he sighed heavily and shuffled to sit up. He wasn't surprised to see a white-masked, loosely clothed guard standing in the doorway, ready to escort him out. He reluctantly rose to his feet and walked to the door, tail drooping behind him slightly and glad of the cool stone tiles under his bare feet.
The guard didn't touch him; knew better than that, leading him down through the network of tents and compartments, other slaves looking miserably out at Kai, or angrily, and the rare couple threw him a smirk. The sounds of the crowd began to increase as they walked, and automatically his ears flattened to his head, the half-demon pouting broodily and rubbing at the scar on his face. Too early in the morning for this. But Master had said that 'thirty gold pieces were riding on this match' and if he lost the money then Kai would 'wish that the other slave had killed him'. Ah, whatever.
The guard led him out of the tents now and into the bright, horrible, hateful sunlight, Kai's white hair seeming even more stark against the beige stonework. It was only a short walk to the arena gates now, and soon he found himself (thankfully) in the shade again, a network of bars in front of him as he stretched in the small alcove below the stands of the arena. He would have looked for his opponent aaaaaaall that distance across the sand and stone had he been bothered, but he figured he'd go in blind today. Why not. Soon the man with the grating voice that gave him a headache would address the spectators, and then the gates would open, and in he would trot. Like beasts being released to murder each other, for the pleasure of their ghastly, though undoubtedly rich audience.
If he'd been smarter, or knew more about the outside world, he might have even remembered to feel annoyed about it.
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Post by Angel ♥ on Apr 18, 2009 18:22:07 GMT -5
Pari could quite easily say that the arena was exactly like she had expected. The noise, the size, and the atmosphere. People watching other people hurt one another for amusement, she ould barely hide the distaste in her eyes. Many of these people were educated, or had enough of an education to know exactly what they were witnessing and realise that it was wrong. She would have thought that they would have better things to do with their time. It was the ordinary people that she felt for. They copied the nobles, thinking that this was some sort of cultured activity, and she guessed that their visits to the arena were one of the only forms of escapism that they had. The ordinary people's lives were bad, so maybe watching other people in a worse situation made them feel better?
They were seated in one of the high nobles area's, her father sat to one side of her and her brother to the other, as though just to make sure that she didn't misbehave (or trip and fall over the edge of the wall and into the arena, which was a very Pari thing to do.). She brushed a stray strand of hair back from her face as her gaze danced over the crowds of people, fanning herself slowly with the ornate fan her father had bought for her. It was rather warm up there, even for her, an their seats were shaded. She hated to think how warm those in the direct sunlight were. Not that it seemed to be effecting them at all. They were yelling and swearing just as vigorously, and might she add creativly, as the rest of the crowd.
She shuffled to the edge of her seat as the seats filled up, the atmosphere becoming a little more irritable. People were getting tired of waiting. Rumour had it that there was a new fighter in the arena today, and people were eager to see what he could do. Pari wasn't really so eager for the fight to begin, instead watching to check where the slaves entered the arena, and how those doors opened, not sure how that information would help her but she was sure that it would come in useful.
"Pari would you please sit still." Her father grumbled from her side. He was unhappy enough with her being there, this was no place for a young girl, but her not sitting still played on his already frayed temper even more. There was still time to send her back to the carriage, and she could see that was exactly what he was considering. "Sorry." She murmured as she sat back again, settling to pouting a little as she fanned herself, a pensive look in her eyes. She wasn't sure that this was something that she wanted to see, but what other way was there to get into the arena?
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Post by Vyncent Schwarz on Apr 18, 2009 18:45:37 GMT -5
Rubbing his eyes, the half demon slowly let his ears prick up again, taking the little opportunity he had to let himself accustom to the loud noise of the arena. As usual, he might add. This roar of sound wasn't so bad, once you were used to it, it was the piercing, or close up and practically deafening noises that got him every time. Ah, well. Sniffing at the air experimentally, he could almost taste the sweat from his opponent, and inwardly cringed. It was a big guy. Definitely, from the wall of smell. Stretching once more and letting his joints click and get ready for the fight, he took a deep breath and listened to the shrieky echo of the announcer as his voice rang around the crowd, quieting them for a moment. Oh, God, did he miss the other announcer, wincing a little. Why did the old one have to go and die? He never assaulted his ear-drums like this.
Kai was still partially distracted when the gate in front of him cranked up, and he was just starting to pay attention again as he stepped out into the bright sunlight. Oh, heat. Bleh. He could barely stop himself from raising onto his toes to stop the scorching sand from burning the bottoms of his feet, but he'd long remembered that it didn't work anyway. He was greeted with an array of cheers, cuss words and grunts of disapproval from the crowd as the announcer introduced him, merely as the 'Wolf', and he stepped to near enough the centre of the arena to await his opponent.
It wasn't too long before the other gate juddered and opened up, and even the half-demon's icy blue eyes widened at the sheer size of the man who lumbered out of the arena. Sure he was faster and more agile than your average slave, but he simply had to come to the conclusion that his Master had lost his mind. Why bet that much gold for a fight he wasn't likely to win? Kai was no first time fighter, but he knew when the odds were against him. But then, he also knew just why his Master was willing to lose that much gold. For the sheer pleasure of beating the shit into him later on. Oh, this day was just going to get better and better.
He didn't hear his opponent's name against the noise of the crowd, contenting himself on cracking his knuckles and pushing his hair out of his face, and turning his nose away from the wind. The smell of this guy was enough to make even ordinary people throw up. Luckily he hadn't eaten anything since yesterday afternoon, so there wasn't really anything there to throw up, but he gagged just a little. Right. So the next on the list of things after beating this guy was to murder his Master. Violently, and slowly.
Ignoring the toothy and arrogant smirk of his adversary, Kai leant back onto his haunches and clenched his fists, tail flicking into an aggressive posture, and a low growl rumbling up in his chest. New-comer, alright. He didn't even have a clue. As soon as that whistle blew--
The sound rang through the air just as Kai was thinking it, and in seconds he had darted forward (having decided he was going to breathe through his mouth for this entire bout) and cracked the giant right in the face with an elegant leap, having moved away again before the blood even hit the ground. Maybe he could win this, after all. Big idiot seemed slow and dumb enough.
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Post by Angel ♥ on Apr 18, 2009 19:11:45 GMT -5
The 'Wolf'? Well, Pari could certainly see where he had earnt his oh so very creative name. If the man's colouring hadn't been enough to make him stand out then those fluffy, and, in her opinion, adorable, ears and tail. It wasn't every day that you saw a man with ears and a tail. It made her wander where he was from, and also sparked a pang of sympthy. He must have been dragged away from where ever he belonged, maybe he didn't even remember where he belonged. Gah, that was exactly why she disliked the idea of slavery. She understood the economics behind it, but she was sure that the economy wouldn't crumble just by everyone learning that, no matter what your status, people didn't deserve to be treated like this.
She bit her lower lip anxiously as the other man walked into the arena. This fight was horribly unequal. For one, the second man was in a much better condition than the 'Wolf', obviously better fed, and better rested. In addition the other man was far bigger than the Wolf. Then again, size wasn't always a plus point. She suposed that it all came down to how this fight rolled out. If it came down to brute strength the new fighter would win, but if the fight was based around speed then the Wolf had a chance. In fact, Pari was annoyed with herself for picking a side, finding that she had begun hoping that the Wolf would actually win this match, though she didn't want either of them to get hurt, but that was impossible.
The arena was unforgiving, and one wrong move from either of them could get them hurt, or worse, killed. She wasn't sure if she would be able to just sit there and watch one person beat another to death for...what? A few bets and the entertainment of the mob? No, she couldn't just sit and let that happen. She may not be able to do anything to stop it though, that was her problem. Maybe she shouldn't have come here afterall?
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Post by Vyncent Schwarz on Apr 18, 2009 19:35:32 GMT -5
Kai had to admit that he was rather proud of himself for that little advantage he'd been given, landing softly on the sand behind the large man, who was staggering around holding his bloody nose. The half-breed turned instantly though; he had more than enough experience to know not to turn his back on anyone, even people he trusted (these were non-existant, but that was okay, right?) and was ready when the giant wheeled around and lunged at him, quickly skidding out of the way. His feet were more than used to the sand now, and he danced along it without a problem. A few dodged hits later, Kai was beginning to think that this might be an easy fight after all; he was even smirking faintly as he twisted around the titan. Then the stupid hulk of a man opened his mouth and let out what he could only describe as an explosion of agonising noise in a roar of frustration.
That was too close, he was barely a metre away for God's sake! His ears flattened instantly and he lost his footing, a sharp pain shooting through his head. And then the colossus took a swing at him. The next thing Kai felt was a crushing pain as he was clubbed and thrown, skidding across the arena, vaguely aware that, although nothing was broken, blood streaked down his face and arms from the blow, and from the sharp stones of the arena, and his head was spinning. Oh, crap. His ears were still ringing as the man barrelled towards him, picking up speed, and he had barely enough sense to move out of the way before he was nothing but a dirty mark in the sand.
Looking around dazedly, he could faintly hear the 'ooh's and 'aaahs' and probably a few choice swear words from the crowd, but he wasn't paying much attention to that. The giant was upon him again in an instant, and as he recovered he managed to dance around him again. But of course, Kai realised too late, this would just issue another bellow of irritation from the stupid creature. He even managed a couple of steps back this time before the noise rattled his ear-drums and he was beaten senseless, this time not managing to get up quickly enough as the man lumbered towards him. Soon he was hoisted into the air by the throat, coughing as he was held up, eventually realising that his opponent was attempting to squeeze the life out of him.
Oh, no. Not today, you bastard. A vicious snarl rose up in his throat and he bared sharp canines down at him, sinking them rather cunningly into his wrist and refusing to let go. The larger man seemed confused at first, grunting in pain and shaking his hand. Eventually he got annoyed again and thrashed hard, sending Kai wheeling through the air and straight into the arena wall. His pained, strangely animalistic sounding yelp even cut over the cries of the crowd, and the whistle was quickly blown before the huge guy could do any more damage. It wouldn't be entertainment if everyone's favourite contestant died now, would it?
Kai's Master, who was in the crowd, was probably cursing more loudly, and more crudely than any ordinary slum-dwelling person, calling his 'pet' all the names he could conjur, and a fair few threats were in there as well. Kai could barely hear him though, and to be perfectly honest, he didn't care. He had to get an arena removed from his brain before he gave a damn.
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Post by Angel ♥ on Apr 18, 2009 19:53:44 GMT -5
Pari's reaction to the fight was exactly what her father described as a 'woman's reaction to fighting'. It was nothing to do with the sheer, mindless and needless brutality of it nor was it anything to do with simply not wanting to see someone got hurt, it was because she was a weak minded woman who was currently in out of her depth. She winced at the blow, turning her head away from the fight as she closed her eyes, her hand finding it's way into Daryush's. Her brother had been expecting it. He knew her too well, and he knew that this was something that Pari wouldn't enjoy. He glanced to her and gave her hand a small, reassuring squeeze before muttering something about healers after the fight. It was, of course, a lie, but a white lie here and there to make her feel better couldn't hurt.
Pari was about to excuse herself when the whistle blew, taking the chance to peek over her fan cautiously. They...weren't fighting, but there was an awful lot of blood on the Wolf, or maybe his pale skin just made it stand out more? Either way, she wanted to make sure that he was alright. As much as she wanted to believe that healers really were waiting for the fighters to deal with their wounds as they left the arena, she really did doubt it.
Her plans were disturbed by the unusually angry shouts to her left, Pari scowling as she caught what was being said. Ah, so he was the Wolf's master? She should really point out that he was the idiot for sending his slave into such a fight, and that if anyone deserved to be subjected to threats it was him, but her sudden flare of anger surprised even her. Thankfully, Daryush caught her as she stood up, easing her fan from her hand, not that Pari gave it up easily. "Just wanted to knock some sense into him, let him know what it feels like to hit your head." She told her brother, looking annoyed that he had taken her fan. "It's not my fault he is obnoxious." She added, just oudly enough to be heard over the crowd.
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Post by Vyncent Schwarz on Apr 18, 2009 20:11:51 GMT -5
Kai's head hurt. A lot. He lifted a hand to push his red-stained hair out of his face, vaguely aware of the two guards darting out onto the sand to help him off. Oh, great, so it was a 'guard job'? He hadn't had one of these in a while. Note to self, he thought as they lifted him, none too gently, from the dent in the wall of the arena, get ear plugs. He made his feet move to stop himself from falling over; he wouldn't suffer THAT embarrassment, he'd yet to fall over and he wasn't going to start now. His ears were still pulled back a little to stop the noise of the crowd as they guided him back through the gates, and his snowy tail was blotched red with blood. Just great. Not as if they got to wash much around here anyway. The large man was given a few minutes of his victory with the crowd as Kai was led back down towards the tents, passing a frightened looking slave going the way he'd just come.
Oh, so that was the dumb giant's next opponent? Good luck to him, he thought bitterly, letting the guards lead him back to his tent, where they simply left him to crumple and fall onto the small expanse of material that served as a bed. Once they left him, he slowly sat up. Okay, time to assess the situation. Nothing was broken, miraculously, but Kai had bones of lead, or something, and he rarely got fractures. He was breathing okay, no internal damage, but there were a few long, pretty deep scratches down his back, still bleeding, a few on his chest and one on his face. More scars, hooray. But the one on his face would probably heal over fine, nothing could out-do the scar already there. Not so bad. Apart from the ringing in his ears, splitting headache, possible concussion and the gouge on the back of his head, he was in tip-top shape.
If Kai's Master heard any of her words he made no attempt to show it; undoubtedly he was too angry to listen to anything other than the sound of his own voice, rising to his feet and abruptly marching through the stands towards the exit. That was thirty gold pieces gone, into nothing! Ugh, if he had his way, his 'White Wolf' wouldn't be white when he was done with him. Black and blue would be more accurate.
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Post by Angel ♥ on Apr 18, 2009 20:31:12 GMT -5
She was about to get a lecture here, Pari could see it coming, but she also saw the angry old man get to his feet, undoubtedly to go and see his slave. If she wanted to help the Wolf then she would have to leave now.
"I'm not discussing it." She cut Daryush off as he opened his mouth, tugging her hand free of his as she turned and quickly strode off in the direction that the man was heading, leaving her brother looking annoyed. He wouldn't chase her though, he would save her telling off for later. At least with Pari gone he could enjoy the fights without worrying about her.
She knew that she could get to the slaves before the old man did, pretty sure that she could out run an old man if need be. As long as she didn't go falling down any steps or anything like that then she should have at least a few minutes to work out what she was going to do, maybe as many as ten depending on how far away the slaves were kept and if anyone stopped the old man to talk with him.
Getting to the place where the slaves where held wasn't a problem, it was easy to find. Getting past the guards, however, was another matter, and finding the Wolf was somehing else she needed to consider. Thankfully, those last two problems could be overcome in one, but it would involve telling a fib or two. She told the guard that she had been sent by the master of the Wolf to check on him after his fight, to make sure that he was still alive enough for his punishment so that the elderly man didn't have to walk all that way only to find his slave passed out. It worked better than she could have imagined, the guard allowing her access to the holding area and leading her to the correct tent, mumbling something about not needing to stick around to protect her due to the state that the slave was in before marching back off to his post.
She had made it. Though, as she stood outside the tent, Pari felt unsure. hat if she couldn't help? If she was caught then that would lead to even more punishment for him, but if she wasn't she could help him gain his freedom. She bit her lip as she moved aside the flap of the tent and stepped inside, instantly spotting where he had sprawled on the ground.
"I hope you don't mind..." She murmured, making sure to keep her voice low so that she wasn't heard. "...but I came to make sure that you were alright." She explained, taking a step towards him. "Well...actually I came to try and help you. If you want helping, that is. I have an idea of how to get you out of here, if you would like to give it a try...?"
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Post by Vyncent Schwarz on Apr 19, 2009 10:55:42 GMT -5
By the time Pari had reached his tent Kai and shuffled to curl up on the square of material on the ground, ruffled white hair in his face as he tried to pass out, or at least fall asleep to feign passing out before his Master got there. He wasn't in the mood to put up with his anger today. His ears pricked up, however, when a soft, low voice drifted over to him; his head was still killing, and his hearing probably wouldn't be too great (by his standards, anyway) for at least another hour, but the sound of the stranger's voice was rather pleasant after the riotous shouts of the mob. Raking his hair out of his face, icy blue eyes focused on Pari as she stepped closer to him, and he slowly sat up. At first her voice was just a vaguely pleasing, rather sweet sound, and it took him a little while to realise she was actually speaking to him. With, y'know, words.
His first reaction was to be surprised - he never got visitors unless it was from the old man, and how had she gotten in here anyway? This soon turned to bewilderment at the fact that she wanted to help him, even at the idea that she wanted to make sure he was alright. But then the typical suspicion entered his eyes, and he cocked his head to the side like an animal. Who was she anyway to offer help, and why did she care? She certainly didn't look like your average street-wanderer, and especially considering that she was a woman she certainly seemed to have a brain, at least. But that didn't stop him from being a little defensive. And more than that, what she was speaking to him sounded like an over-exaggeration.
"It won't work. Whatever it is." he murmured quietly, rubbing his eyes and leaning back against the fabric of the tent. "I've been tryin' to get outta here for the last four decades. Nothin' has worked." he told her flatly. But then, a little voice reminded him, you never had help before, did you? No. He wouldn't let himself believe he could get out of here again, not after so many disappointments. Sniffing at the air, he wrinkled his nose as he realised his Master was getting slowly closer, even if he had stopped to shout at a few other slaves, along with paying his thirty gold. Maybe this girl was just a cruel trick he'd set up?
"Who are you, anyway? Why d'you care?" he asked, wiping the blood and sweat from his forehead.
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Post by Angel ♥ on Apr 19, 2009 11:09:37 GMT -5
Pari should have known to expect suspicion from him, after all, for all his life people had bossed him around and been generally unpleasant to him, but she still felt her hope dwindle a little at that look in his eyes. If he didn't trust her then this wasn't going to work, and she wasn't sure that she had enough time to make him trust her, she wasn't even sure how to make him trust her. Plus, for all she knew his Master could be walking over to the tent right now. There was too much in this that she couldn't control, yet she was still pretty certain that her plan would work. If they hurried, and did it right, it would anyway. Oh, and him being able to walk without passing out would be a bonus too.
"It might not have worked in the past, but it might now." She murmured to him, not quite sure how to respond to that comment. "I don't know what has happened in the past for you, all I can say is that I have a plan, and that if you are willing to give it a go then I want to help." She nodded and smiled to him weakly. "You see, I think that the guards will be willing enough to think that you bit me and have made another bid for freedom, and we can send them on a wild goose chase while we hide you under the cloak I have in my bag and sneak out." She explained with a nod, glancing over her shoulder to make sure that there wasn't anyone stood at the doorway to the tent.
"My name is Pari Kashani, but I don't really think now is a good time for introductions. I'm going to be in so much trouble if I get caught here, so if we are going to try and get you out we need to hurry. Plus I know that your Master is on his way and he is in a foul mood." She added that last part in in the hope that it would motivate him to trust her. "Please. Once you are out of here I can clean your wounds for you...and i I can find a market I can buy a few bandages, but we really do need to hurry..."
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Post by Vyncent Schwarz on Apr 19, 2009 11:55:38 GMT -5
He was frowning ever so slightly as she explained her plan to him, silent and motionless as he tried to figure out just what her game was. She still hadn't explained the motivation behind her wanting to get him out of there; by the look of her clothing she must have been a noble, and that made even less sense. If she wanted him so badly (he was beginning to get the idea that she might want him for her own pet slave) then surely she could buy out his Master by offering him more than the gold pieces he'd just lost on his fight? But whatever her reason, he couldn't help but let the tiniest blossom of hope begin to grow inside him, and he eventually let his eyes drift to her face, something he rarely ever did. Looking directly at someone was a sign of equality, something that he didn't have. But if what she said was true, whatever the reasoning behind it, then they'd have to work together.
...And she had blue eyes. Just like his.
"...Alright." he nodded eventually, slowly rising to his feet and stretching his sore muscles, still a few paces away from her as if expecting her to show him what she intended to do. He knew the arena like the back of his hand, and he assumed she did too, by her suggestions. He frowned faintly as his Master's scent grew stronger, some of the old fire beginning to stir in his eyes. He took a step closer. "Would you like me to actually bite you, or do you have your own plan?" he asked, flashing sharp canines at her in a faint smirk. "Either way, you're right about hurryin'. He's only a few minutes away."
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Post by Angel ♥ on Apr 19, 2009 12:14:56 GMT -5
She smiled to him brightly as he rose to his feet, glad that she wouldn't have to do any more convincing. He still seemed wary of her, but she could deal with that. "H's that close?" SHe asked, tilting her head at him, as if to ask how he knew, befre suddenly opning her bag to tug out a dark red coloured cloak. The fine quality would mean that he would be unlikely to be stopped, people would assume that he was a noble with the hood up to keep the sun out of his eyes. "Here, you should put this on, it should be long enough to cover all of you. You'll need to try to make sure that your ears are flat to your head though, and that you hide your tail too." She nodded to him, holding the cloak out for him to take.
She looked thoughtfl at his next question, biting her lower lip lightly as she looked down at her arm. She could try cutting herself with her kunai, but she doubted that would look very convincing. Letting him bite her would be painful, but it would look more realistic. "If you promise to only bite me gently." She nodded to him slowly, holding out her arm for him and looking away. "If you hide just to the side of the door after I'll scream of something to get the guards attention, and tell them that you ran off. Then you can pretend to come to help me and we can sneak off towards the exit."
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Post by Vyncent Schwarz on Apr 19, 2009 12:32:52 GMT -5
"Mmhm..." he answered easily in reply to her question about how far away the old man was from the tent, smiling faintly as she looked confused, before tapping his nose. "Just 'cause I don't have a canine nose, doesn't mean my sense of smell ain't as accurate as a wolf's." he murmured with a shrug, seeming bemused, even a little curious of the cloak she took out of her bag. His ears twitched adorably as she mentioned them, which matched his puzzled expression perfectly, but he took the cloak nonetheless. "But then I won't be able to hear as well... then again they're still getting over that assault by that huge idiot. Can't hear much anyway." he pouted, rubbing the back of his head gently where the blood still stained his hair from being launched into the arena walls.
Finally he nodded in agreement, his ears flattening down as he swung the cloak around his shoulders, careful to hide his tail so it didn't show through the material, before glancing back at her, tugging the hood up over his head. As long as nobody took any notice that he was bare-foot, this might actually work. "Alright, sounds like a plan." he mumbled from the shadows of the cloak, looking down at her arm for a moment before suddenly reaching forward to ruffle her hair up a little, and kick the smallest amount of dust and sand over her clothes. "Now you'll look as though you've been attacked by a slave." he nodded, "And I'll bite as gently as I can. You came up with the idea, y'know." he muttered as she looked away from him.
In seconds he had grabbed her arm and sank his teeth into it; as gently as he could, as he'd promised, and he barely drew blood considering what he was capable of doing, straightening up again. "You might want to add a scream in there now, then, before you go outside..." he suggested, sweeping to the side of the doorway to wait. He fully expected this to backfire, to be honest. She'd scream, they'd come inside, he'd get in even MORE trouble for attacking a noble's daughter, and the beatings would be even harsher. He truly was insane.
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Post by Angel ♥ on Apr 19, 2009 13:58:47 GMT -5
"You can smell him amongst all these other things? That's really pretty amazing." She told him with a nod. At least they knew that his Master wasn't going to be striding up towards the tent as they came out of it. Having a talent like that must be useful, then again, being a slave he wouldn't be able to make the most of his abilities, would he? After today that would change though, she would make sure of it! "I know yo won't be able to hear well, but if the guards see your ears they'll instantly know who you are. They are pretty distinctive." She murmured, smiling a little as his ears flicked. They were adorable, and strangely fluffy.
She looked bemused as he ruffled her hair up and kicked the dirt at her, for a moment looking as though she thought it was a stange slave greeting ritual before he explained what he was doing. "Ahhh, good idea." She had to resist the urge to flatten her hair down, peeking at him as he took her arm. "I know it's my idea, but it'll still hurt...and it doesn't me I want to watch you bite me..." She told him gently, wincing just a little as he bit her. Ow ow ow, that really hurt. He might only have bitten her gently but her whole arm felt as though it was on fire, and tears sprang into her eyes.
She could only nod at him as he moved to hide, staring dumbly at her arm for a moment to watch the blood trickle over her dark skin before pulling her senses back together. She needed to remember what they wer doing. A loud scream pierced the air, everything around them seeming to go quiet before the sound of hurried footsteps rushed over towards their tent. There was no turning back now, here went nothing.
Pari stumbled out of the tent, a pained, and slightly scared, look on her face as she spotted the nearest guard. "He bit me!" She told him, actually souding rather shocked. "He bit me and...and he ran off! What if he bites someone else?"
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Post by Vyncent Schwarz on Apr 19, 2009 14:16:22 GMT -5
Kai found himself feeling incredibly relieved that he was currently slightly deaf and that his ears were flat to his head, because he was pretty certain that the scream that filled the tent would have shattered his ear-drums if he'd been any closer. He looked a little dizzy even so, but he had to admit that he was rather proud of her acting skills as she stumbled out of the tent to address the guards. Well... he wasn't actually sure if she was acting, she didn't seem to react to him biting her very well, so that might actually be a real hint of pain to her shrill voice as she got the guards' attention. Luckily, his Master still seemed preoccupied since his scent hadn't grown any stronger in the last few minutes; he found this comforting, because a piercing scream from the direction of his slave's tent would likely bring him running.
The guards; two, burly young men, looked alarmed at the sound of the scream, and were outside the door instantly, the first, being the one which had spoken to her initially and led her to the tent looking down at her bloody arm in almost horror. "He bit you, ma'am?" he frowned, the other guard leaning down to take a look, frowning as his partner continued. "Don't you worry a bit, we'll have a healer down here right away to look at it--"
"Don't be stupid." his comrade snapped, his eyes darting all around the areas beyond the tent, the sunlight beaming down on them even more strongly now as midday approached. "There's a slave on the run, and more than that, it's Wolf. You know his reputation, you idiot, I don't want him finally breaking out on my watch. Funny though, they said all the fight had finally gone out of him." he glared around for a moment or two more, pacing back and forth in front of the tent.
"You... you're right." the other guard nodded nervously, "I - I'm sorry ma'am, we'll be with you in just a second. Which way did he go? This way?" he strode off to the left, his colleague shaking his head in dismay.
"Oh ye Gods... yeah, you go that way!" he rolled his eyes, nodding at Pari before marching off to the right to search the rest of the grounds. The slave shouldn't be too hard to find, by the beating he took. Probably got some sense knocked out of him, pulling a stunt like this again. It was irritating.
Kai waited a few moments before he let his faint chuckle drift around the tent, shaking his head. That worked? That ACTUALLY worked? Either he was dreaming, concussed, or he really should have gotten help in getting out sooner. He peered around the flap of the tent, pale skin well shaded under the hood. "We goin'?"
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