(My posts are in standard font. My partners are in italics)
Matthew shifted slightly as he stepped into the darkened hallway. Only a couple lights lit up the gloomy, long stretch of steel walls that lay beneath the school. This was his first time seeing it, though he had long since believed that it was true. A dictator had risen with the school as his first base of operations, and now Matt was seeing it with his own eyes. At least, as well as he COULD see in this dim place.
He had been contacted last night by an anonymous letter stating that this man wanted to see him now. He had taken the bait, and now Matt just had to do his job. Act. The male was dressed in a dark suit and tie, looking as presentable as possible. This man, though still in the shadows for most things, was dangerous. He had already killed, and Matt didn't plan on adding his own body.
His footsteps echoed like gunshots as he walked down the hall towards the thick iron door that blocked his path. Although Matt had thought the walk would be long, it took no time in fact, and he wasn't even ready as he reached the door and, with a surprisingly steady fist, raised his hand and knocked. Almost immediately a small slit opened up, a pair of unfriendly eyes greeting him. "What?" The voice was course, and Matt had to contain a smile. He seemed friendly.
"He sent for me." Matt murmured simply, and after a moment, the slit shut and Matt could heard several locks being undone. The door swung open, a black cavern greeting him, and taking a silent, deep breath, Matt headed inward, the wind gushing as the door was shut behind him.
"Look, if you don't want your face caved in, LEAVE!" Michael barked suddenly, and after the sudden outburst of a loud voice, the two males in front of him scampered off. Being so strongly built, and with obviously nothing to do, Michael was often approached about joining various sports or clubs. The male had no interest in that sort of rubbish, nor the type of people who generally hung out there.
Heaving himself off the chair, Michael considered going back to his dorm room, because like half the school, despite it being high-school, it was extremely prestigious, and many students lived on campus year round. Shuffling towards the end of the cafeteria, Michael stretched his burly arms above his head, yawning lightly before scratching himself through the black t-shirt that read "AC/DC Back In Black" on it. As per usual, the male had nothing to do that day. Probably another day of the usual routine of the gym, reading, sleep.
Darius Sinclare pulled on his long sleeved black coat. The tail of it reaching the floor, a bronze color embroidered it around the seems and also a pheonix design that was on the back. He looked himself over in the mirror for a moment.
Calais looked at her father, her dark brown hair hung over her shoulders and her hazel eyes were surprisingly bright in contrast to her dark eyeshadow. "Dad. I think you're fine. You're hiring him. Not dating him." She said with a sigh. Darius looked over at his daughter. He didn't look amuzed by her commentary and his eyes narrowed. A static charge could be heard building as a small jolt of electricity flew toward her. "OW!" She cried out looking over her hand. It now sported a bright red mark on bother her palm and back of her hand. She glared at him.
"What have I told you about respecting me?" He asked. His voice was deep and had a dark tone to it.
"Respecting me is respecting your future. With out respecting me you will be no where." She rattled off for the hundredth time.
Ezra was perched on the ledge of the balcony that over looked the first floor. Bars were installed on the outside of the ledge which made it easy for her to move from floor to floor. Her bright red dreadlocks shifted slightly from the breeze as she watched a large, well tanned guy scatter some underlings. She smirked. Like the other students she had a dorm but she also had worked her ass of to secure an apartment off campus. After all the school didn't need to know everything. They didn't even know about what was happening just below the surface of there once great utopia.
Ezra let herself grab the bar on the outside of the ledge and slide down it. "Hey." She said softly once she'd gotten her footing on the ground she was now standing behind the tall male. He stood almost a foot over her. She herself was only five foot six. "What was that little mess about?" She asked with a cheeky grin.
"Hello sir." When Matt was finally announced in to see Darius and Calais, the male bowed to them both, giving them a friendly smile. "And lady. I am Matthew Fredrickson, as you requested." He stated obviously before straightening. All the nervousness that had been coursing through his body before was completely gone now. He was in his zone, as he had to be, or he'd be killed. And so, no fear or doubt was in his face or eyes as he looked them both square in the eye. "It's an honor to meet you under such circumstances."
After a moment, Matthew continued, easily breaking from the greeting into the reason. "So, I understand you requested me to help you gather intelligence." The male shifted lightly. "If I may be so bold, I'll assume that it's because of my race." Whether or not Darius and Calais knew it, or they just assumed from the rumors that he was as good as they say, Matthew attended the school for a reason, after all. And that reason was the fact that he was a shapeshifter, able to transform his body to how he saw fit, which was extremely useful for disguises and information stealing. "So in short, you'd like to hire me as a spy to find out weaknesses in various places, yes my Lord?"
Michael considered not even stopping as he heard someone land behind him, but after a moment, common courtesy demanded that he at least about face and see whomever had come to annoy him next. Turning, Michael raised an eyebrow at the red-head. He knew he had seen her before, maybe in a couple classes? Ezra was her name, at least he was pretty sure. "Do I know you?" Despite the fact that he had just remembered her name, Michael grunted out his usual "why the hell are you talking to me" greeting.
He, however, didn't wait for a response to answer her question. "It was nothing. A couple punks trying to get me to join the wrestling team. As if I'd be caught dead play fighting with the rest of them. If you can't throw a punch, what's the point." Michael muttered lightly. "Why?" He added suspiciously. "Did you send them?" While in normal schools sports were separated by gender, in a school like this such things didn't exist.
Calais rolled her eyes. "This business is between you two not me." She said getting off of what she was sitting on. Darius tossed her a stern look that clearly read, do you want to be hurt? Calais' mouth tightened.
"Calais you will sit back down and you will listen and watch what I do. One day you will take over for me. You must remember this as it happens. You will have a place in history." Darius said then turning his attention back to Matt.
He nodded some. "Yes this is one reason as to why I sent for you. You've also been able to get information that has been previously inaccessible." He said softly, a slow grin forming on his lips as he made a slow circle around him. He stroked his goatee and the smile broadened. "Show me what you are capable of lad."
Ezra smirked. "Maybe you do." She said tilting her head and smiling as she walked behind a pole. "Then again you probably know of me. Very few actually know me." She said with a grin. She relaxed leaning against the pole.
At his next statement she raised a brow slightly dumbfounded. "You're really going to ask me that?" She laughed. "Wow. No. Do I look like the sporty type to you, Goliath?" She said. She knew his name but Goliath seemed to fit since he looked like he was built like a tank and was a giant compared to her.
Matt merely smirked slightly to the male's daughter before turning his attention back to Darius. He didn't know why the daughter was so hostile, but he'd deal with that later. Nodding to his new lord, the male suddenly went invisible. Thirty seconds later the guard at the door screamed as Matt suddenly appeared next to him, his arm around his neck and the guard's wallet and keys in his other hand. "Like taking candy from a baby." Matt pointed out, handing the guard back his stuff as he patted his cheek teasingly.
"I can also transform myself into a small animal, or even a fly, and slip through door cracks or around lasers that would reveal my invisibility. I haven't been caught snooping in my entire life, and trust me, my lord. I snoop a LOT." Matt moved back in front of Darius, and bowed once more. "I doubt anyone but yourself would be able to catch me."
"Excuse me?" Michael grunted at her nickname for me. "I am no Goliath!" He started in indignation before he realized, at looking at her smile, that she was merely teasing him, and stopped his outrage with a grunt. "Either way, what do you want?" Michael demanded, looking down at the red-head with a mixture of annoyance and a little admiration. After all, not many people had the guts to tease someone who towered over you like that.
"Most people don't just randomly say hello, you must have had a reason." Michael added after a moment, not wanting to seem terribly rude when she, at the very least, seemed fairly friendly.
Calais yawned not wanting to think about what was going on and laid back some on the seat she was in. Darius ignored her and grinned. He walked over to Matt and tilted his head up with his hand. "You have still. But if you ever use them in the wrong place you will pay for it." He said as he was slowly picking him up with just his hand under his ching. "Do you understand me?" Calais rolled her eyes to this. She'd seen her father do this many times before and was growing tired of it. She walked out of the room and into the entry chamber that Matt had to go into to get to the room the three of them had been in.
Ezra continued to grin and she gently nudged herself off of the pole. "I want alot of things." She said as she walked around him, double checking his build. Though she was doing in a way that looking like analyzing him instead of actually looking him over in a flirtatious way.
"First!" She said sticking her index finger close to his face then quickly removing it. "How observant are you to what's going on around here?" She asked. She needed to know if he'd heard the rumors about the overlord that was making a rise. More importantly she needed to know if he believed them.
Wednesday, September 12, 2012
Monday, September 10, 2012
Appearences Aren't Everything (In-complete)
(My posts are in regular font. My partners are in italics. This is a Female on Female story. My character Devon is Genderfluid.)
Devon yawned, scratching her head. It was the first day of her last year. She didn't think that this was so close. The other years had passed in a blur. It hadn't been all that long ago that she was living with her parents still either. Only about a year and a half ago. Just after she'd turned sixteen. She'd told her parents about her being pansexual. They were fine with that. That wasn't the part that bugged them. It was after she spilled out the news that she was genderfluid.
That was the straw that broke the camels back as they say. They couldn't figure it out. They kept going on about how she was a girl. That's what came out of her mothers vag. Even now Dev had to roll her eyes. People just don't get anything that isn't their brand of normal.
Devon climbed out of her bed and headed to the bathroom. It didn't take long for her to freshen up and give herself a faux hawk. She grinned looking at herself in the mirror. A pair of slightly tighter fitting jeans with her packer, since she was feeling more masculine today, her linkin park tee-shirt with her sports bra on under, just to keep her chest flat, and her DC's. She was looking good.
Devon headed out of her small apartment and to her bright blue '95 mustang. Thankfully it didn't take too long to get to the school. She was only about six miles away from the school. Just as she slowed into her spot her friend Travis bounced up onto her hood acting like she'd hit him. "Ahhh! You got me Dev! I'm dying! Call the Nurse." He said as he rolled off her hood. She rolled her eyes. "Wow dude really?" She asked as she cut the engine.
Alexandra walked along as she saw the chaos of the school's parking lot. Kids dealing, others talking, a couple of goofballs with one pretending to have just been hit by a car. She wished she was in school earlier. just leaved ten minutes earlier to be there ten minutes earlier and avoid the chaos. It was curios as to why she stayed home so long, it wasn't like her home life was nice, usually her mother and father yelling at each other one of them drunk at any given time. Her older brother had left a couple years ago. First planning to take her up as a legal safe guardian but a job called moving him away even further. The offer was still there but something held her back even if she would lose nothing due to he lack of friends.
Still avoiding the busing system she preferred to walk to school, though many times the walk was not fun and today looked like it would be unfun to walk home in, with the rain clouds overhead threatening to burst at any minute and cause a massive downpour, one she had a feeling she would end up stuck in. At least it was only going to be for the walk home, then she would arrive at home, shower to warm up and spend the rest of her night locked up in her room reading and listening to music.
As if on cue once she had reached the door a few drops began to fall and a irritated sigh escape her lips. Maybe she would be lucky and avoid the storm, letting it wear itself out during the day. Regardless she headed to her homeroom letting other kids enter the school. She wore a thick hoodie, given to her by her brother. it was special, she often wore it, except for when it was too warm out. The fall was always cool so she wore it pretty much every day. To her, it was a security blanket, but one she refused to get rid of as it was the last thing she had of her brother, aside form memories, and wearing it always made her feel like his arms were wrapped around her.
Hearing the bell ring she lowered her hood and headphones turning them off. Her teachers were okay with her headphone resting around her neck so long as they were shut off. Along with that they also had grown accustomed to her not completing any homework given. It wasn't truly due to being stupid, just sometimes she didn't get it, and asking her parents for help was never something she truly wished to do. In fact most of the time she was invisible to them. However most of the time she felt she was invisible to everyone.
Devon rolled up her windows and got out of her Mercedes. As she did Travis peaked up over the hood like a spy from a video game. Devon shook her head, bringing her hand up to cover her eyes. "You're kidding right?" She asked not bothering to look at him again. He smirked, his lip piercing glinting some in the pale light. Just as she was about to head up to the building a few raindrops hit her. "Glad I rolled up my windows."
Travis got up with a straight face and nodded. "Looks like it's going to be another rainy one." He said softly then grinned again elbowing her in the side. "But this means no Phys Ed for today." He said giddily and started slow jogging. Almost like running in place but instead he was just barely moving enough to keep pace with her.
Devon raised a brow and smacked the back of his head. "Dude really? Chill the fuck out. Are you on something? Do I need to check your eyes?" She asked pulling him to her and trying to get his face down to her. He was roughly six feet talk and she stood at a not so impressive height of five and four inches. He pushed her away playfully. "I'm good Dev. I'm just excited. My summer has been pretty dull. Had to go to Idaho." He said making a face. She nodded and stopped.
"Suck Bro. I'll catch ya later though." Devon said as she walked into the art room. "Morning Mrs. Cooper." She said with a grin. "Want to see my latest work?" She asked.
A slightly grey haired woman with rectangular glasses looked over from her desk. She was in a smock and you could tell that she used to be a blonde. Her face looked like it was much too young to belong to someone with hair that was greying. "Hello there Devon. It's good to see you. I'd love to see it." She said with a smile. "I'm happy you decided to be my aid this year. There's supposed to be alot of first time art students in this class. They could use your expertise." She said with a grin as Devon extended her arm, proudly displaying a rose with a banner across it. On the banner it read 'Just love, No lies'.
As Alex suffered through homeroom she sighed. Morning announcement and idiots everywhere. Art was next. Alex had no Idea why she took art. She hated painting, she wasn't that good with her hands so sculpting was out of the question, and then there was drawing which she was lucky to get a decent stick figure. However it was either that, Drama, Dance or music. And when it came to music. she tried the ear before and by the end she was unable to avoid a flat note. The music professor had given up on her. He knew she tried staying after school for more lessons but he could not help her enough. She still passed since he knew she tired, but strongly suggest she took a different art the next year. So here she was. Avoiding preforming for others.
As she entered the Art room after homeroom the first thing she noticed was the goofball guy form the parking lot. Him and his friend goofing around jumping over the Mercedes. It looked nice. Personally Alex was more for the Camaro if she chose one. She wouldn't geek out over it but she preferred the sleeker look.
Still this boy was a dork, cute, but a dork, and she knew she shouldn't really be one to talk but he was, in her opinion. Both him and his buddy were dorks though. What bugged her more was she knew Mrs. Cooper would pair Alex and Devon up due to Alex's skill level.
Devon smiled some as Mrs. Cooper looked over her arm. She was probably one of the closest friends that she had even if she was a teacher. "I really like the design on this Devon." The older woman said with a grin.
"I'm really happy with how it turned out too. I got alittle worried when the tattoo artist started to add the color." She admitted. "I was starting to wonder if it would stay. But it looks good. I've had it for a month now." She said with a grin then noticed Mrs. Cooper look up. A girl with pink hair walked in and Devon smiled. "Hey there. Welcome to Art one oh one." She said with a smirk.
Mrs. Cooper rolled her eyes. "Or as it should say on your schedule painting and drawing one." She said and walked over extending a hand. No one else was in the class yet. "I'm Mrs. Cooper." She said shaking Alex's hand and taking a look at her schedule. "And that is my aide for this period. Devon McGreggor. He's a bit of a pain but will help out if you need it." She said. Devon gave a nervous laugh and waved. Her teachers had gotten used to using either pronoun when it came to her. Her freshman year she used to correct them on her 'male' days when ever they called her a her.
Devon yawned, scratching her head. It was the first day of her last year. She didn't think that this was so close. The other years had passed in a blur. It hadn't been all that long ago that she was living with her parents still either. Only about a year and a half ago. Just after she'd turned sixteen. She'd told her parents about her being pansexual. They were fine with that. That wasn't the part that bugged them. It was after she spilled out the news that she was genderfluid.
That was the straw that broke the camels back as they say. They couldn't figure it out. They kept going on about how she was a girl. That's what came out of her mothers vag. Even now Dev had to roll her eyes. People just don't get anything that isn't their brand of normal.
Devon climbed out of her bed and headed to the bathroom. It didn't take long for her to freshen up and give herself a faux hawk. She grinned looking at herself in the mirror. A pair of slightly tighter fitting jeans with her packer, since she was feeling more masculine today, her linkin park tee-shirt with her sports bra on under, just to keep her chest flat, and her DC's. She was looking good.
Devon headed out of her small apartment and to her bright blue '95 mustang. Thankfully it didn't take too long to get to the school. She was only about six miles away from the school. Just as she slowed into her spot her friend Travis bounced up onto her hood acting like she'd hit him. "Ahhh! You got me Dev! I'm dying! Call the Nurse." He said as he rolled off her hood. She rolled her eyes. "Wow dude really?" She asked as she cut the engine.
Alexandra walked along as she saw the chaos of the school's parking lot. Kids dealing, others talking, a couple of goofballs with one pretending to have just been hit by a car. She wished she was in school earlier. just leaved ten minutes earlier to be there ten minutes earlier and avoid the chaos. It was curios as to why she stayed home so long, it wasn't like her home life was nice, usually her mother and father yelling at each other one of them drunk at any given time. Her older brother had left a couple years ago. First planning to take her up as a legal safe guardian but a job called moving him away even further. The offer was still there but something held her back even if she would lose nothing due to he lack of friends.
Still avoiding the busing system she preferred to walk to school, though many times the walk was not fun and today looked like it would be unfun to walk home in, with the rain clouds overhead threatening to burst at any minute and cause a massive downpour, one she had a feeling she would end up stuck in. At least it was only going to be for the walk home, then she would arrive at home, shower to warm up and spend the rest of her night locked up in her room reading and listening to music.
As if on cue once she had reached the door a few drops began to fall and a irritated sigh escape her lips. Maybe she would be lucky and avoid the storm, letting it wear itself out during the day. Regardless she headed to her homeroom letting other kids enter the school. She wore a thick hoodie, given to her by her brother. it was special, she often wore it, except for when it was too warm out. The fall was always cool so she wore it pretty much every day. To her, it was a security blanket, but one she refused to get rid of as it was the last thing she had of her brother, aside form memories, and wearing it always made her feel like his arms were wrapped around her.
Hearing the bell ring she lowered her hood and headphones turning them off. Her teachers were okay with her headphone resting around her neck so long as they were shut off. Along with that they also had grown accustomed to her not completing any homework given. It wasn't truly due to being stupid, just sometimes she didn't get it, and asking her parents for help was never something she truly wished to do. In fact most of the time she was invisible to them. However most of the time she felt she was invisible to everyone.
Devon rolled up her windows and got out of her Mercedes. As she did Travis peaked up over the hood like a spy from a video game. Devon shook her head, bringing her hand up to cover her eyes. "You're kidding right?" She asked not bothering to look at him again. He smirked, his lip piercing glinting some in the pale light. Just as she was about to head up to the building a few raindrops hit her. "Glad I rolled up my windows."
Travis got up with a straight face and nodded. "Looks like it's going to be another rainy one." He said softly then grinned again elbowing her in the side. "But this means no Phys Ed for today." He said giddily and started slow jogging. Almost like running in place but instead he was just barely moving enough to keep pace with her.
Devon raised a brow and smacked the back of his head. "Dude really? Chill the fuck out. Are you on something? Do I need to check your eyes?" She asked pulling him to her and trying to get his face down to her. He was roughly six feet talk and she stood at a not so impressive height of five and four inches. He pushed her away playfully. "I'm good Dev. I'm just excited. My summer has been pretty dull. Had to go to Idaho." He said making a face. She nodded and stopped.
"Suck Bro. I'll catch ya later though." Devon said as she walked into the art room. "Morning Mrs. Cooper." She said with a grin. "Want to see my latest work?" She asked.
A slightly grey haired woman with rectangular glasses looked over from her desk. She was in a smock and you could tell that she used to be a blonde. Her face looked like it was much too young to belong to someone with hair that was greying. "Hello there Devon. It's good to see you. I'd love to see it." She said with a smile. "I'm happy you decided to be my aid this year. There's supposed to be alot of first time art students in this class. They could use your expertise." She said with a grin as Devon extended her arm, proudly displaying a rose with a banner across it. On the banner it read 'Just love, No lies'.
As Alex suffered through homeroom she sighed. Morning announcement and idiots everywhere. Art was next. Alex had no Idea why she took art. She hated painting, she wasn't that good with her hands so sculpting was out of the question, and then there was drawing which she was lucky to get a decent stick figure. However it was either that, Drama, Dance or music. And when it came to music. she tried the ear before and by the end she was unable to avoid a flat note. The music professor had given up on her. He knew she tried staying after school for more lessons but he could not help her enough. She still passed since he knew she tired, but strongly suggest she took a different art the next year. So here she was. Avoiding preforming for others.
As she entered the Art room after homeroom the first thing she noticed was the goofball guy form the parking lot. Him and his friend goofing around jumping over the Mercedes. It looked nice. Personally Alex was more for the Camaro if she chose one. She wouldn't geek out over it but she preferred the sleeker look.
Still this boy was a dork, cute, but a dork, and she knew she shouldn't really be one to talk but he was, in her opinion. Both him and his buddy were dorks though. What bugged her more was she knew Mrs. Cooper would pair Alex and Devon up due to Alex's skill level.
Devon smiled some as Mrs. Cooper looked over her arm. She was probably one of the closest friends that she had even if she was a teacher. "I really like the design on this Devon." The older woman said with a grin.
"I'm really happy with how it turned out too. I got alittle worried when the tattoo artist started to add the color." She admitted. "I was starting to wonder if it would stay. But it looks good. I've had it for a month now." She said with a grin then noticed Mrs. Cooper look up. A girl with pink hair walked in and Devon smiled. "Hey there. Welcome to Art one oh one." She said with a smirk.
Mrs. Cooper rolled her eyes. "Or as it should say on your schedule painting and drawing one." She said and walked over extending a hand. No one else was in the class yet. "I'm Mrs. Cooper." She said shaking Alex's hand and taking a look at her schedule. "And that is my aide for this period. Devon McGreggor. He's a bit of a pain but will help out if you need it." She said. Devon gave a nervous laugh and waved. Her teachers had gotten used to using either pronoun when it came to her. Her freshman year she used to correct them on her 'male' days when ever they called her a her.
Sunday, September 9, 2012
It Should Be Me (In-Complete)
(My posts are in normal font. My partners are in italics)
The nice thing about small towns was that the scenery was mostly unspoiled. No smog, no skyscrapers, and very little crime or accidents. It was a nice change after New York City; the melting pot of the world, but not exactly the land of opportunity, either. But this town, while relatively scenic, seemed to be the exact opposite of a melting pot. While everyone, furred or fleshed, mingled together and got on with life, humans seemed to keep their distance from their anthropomorphic neighbors, and vice versa; there were even separate schools.
A lonely black Jeep sped through the highway, its two passengers silent. The driver, a massive, shaven-headed man at least seven feet tall, was determinedly avoiding his passenger's eyes. The passenger was shorter, still relatively tall at 6'4" but lacking the muscular frame of his father. His skin was pale, nearly to the point of albinism, and his moderate-length hair was dyed a brilliantly bright white, which covered small, golden hoop on each earlobe and hidden under a black do-rag in turn, on the front of which was the Slender Man symbol: a red circle with an X crossing through it. His bangs hung over cautious eyes, red as blood. A slight contradiction to his appearance was his clothes: they were almost entirely black. His cargo pants, his jacket, his boots.
The Jeep soon pulled up in front of the school. An over-decorated four-story building, in the boy's opinion, right down to the columns at the entrance. Ridiculous. Stepping out of the vehicle, one would see that his frame was rather wolflike; a lean musculature with a defensive stance, as if he was prepared to fight or flee at a moment's notice. Usually, he didn't need to; he was always ignored, and that was just fine with him. Friendships in this place usually lead to drama, which was fun to watch but not get involved in. Stalking past his classmates unmolested, he settled in front of one of the columns, pulling a Kindle from his bag. Nothing else to do until class started.
Angel's ears flicked back and forth nervously. She was moving to this small town from a well mixed city in Florida. She was used to everyone anthro or otherwise getting along. Ever since she arrived though it seemed like she was a disease or plague. No humans had said more than five words to her. Hell even getting her into school had been an issue. The schools were segregated too. Her mother had to battle the principal over getting her into the closest school, which was human populated, versus the anthro one. Just because the human one was five miles up the road instead of twenty.
Now she was wishing that her mother hadn't bothered and just let her go to the anthro one since her mom hadn't checked the neighborhood either. Once again a mainly human populated area. "Just relax sweetheart," Her mother started. "You can't be the only one that goes there. What about the sergal girl we saw at the supermarket the other day?" Angel rolled her eyes. 'Her parents probably had common sense and made her go to the other school.' Angel thought to herself as they pulled up. Angel grabbed her backpack and slowly got out of the car. Her tail sticking close to her so no one would step on it. "Have a good day at school!" Her mom yelled before speeding off, leaving the snow leopard to her own devices.
Ares barely got two minutes' worth of reading before his classmates' babbling increased. Looking up from Under the Dome, he saw something that would make this miserable place more tolerable: an anthro. A snow leopard, by the looks of her. You just got fucked in the ass, girl, he thought to himself, eyes widening slightly as one of the larger boys approached her, something glinting in his hand. He shut off the eReader and stuffing it in his backpack, then stood up with a grunt. His back hadn't felt right ever since that truck backed into him. Still, despite the twinge of pain, he shouldered his backpack and continued as if nothing had happened. The crowd fell quiet as Ares, the outcast who never spoke unless the teacher was taking attendance, approached the girl who would no doubt have more trouble fitting in than the Swedish boy. Before the boy with the knife, fortunately, who paused behind a mathlete and slipped his knife back into his pocket.
"Welcome," said the faux albino, offering the smallest of smiles. "My name is Ares Hetsigsten, and I'll be providing a tour of the school." He made a follow-me gesture and strode off, continuing the tour-guide facade until they got inside. Then his demeanor changed completely. "Sorry about lying, but I had to get you inside," he said quietly. "I don't know why you're here rather than the other school, but I can tell you that humans are a bit more vicious. Just stay away from the guys with the varsity jackets, don't start anything, and look people in the eye, and you'll be fine. If you have any trouble, find me. I eat in the parking lot at lunch." He stood up straight, frowning. This boy definitely wasn't the life of the party; more like the kid in the back who just waited for it all to end so that he could go home. "I suppose I should show you to your first class, yes?"
Just as a glint of light caught Angel's eye a boy with hair as white as her fur had darted over. He was apparently called Ares. She raised a cautious brow at him requesting her to follow but figured that it would be better than being stabbed by a dick with a knife and did as she was bid. "It's fine. Thanks..." She said softly. She was roughly five foot eight seemed to be a bit taller than alot of people around. "I'm Angel by the way. Angel Hallows." She made a slightly disgruntled expression and nodded. "I'd appreciate it. Hopefully I've got at least a few classes with you." She said overly aware of the stares that followed her continuing to keep her thick tail tucked to her.
"Angel it is, then." Ares fished a slip of paper out of his pocket and unfolded it to check his schedule. "My classes are Psychology, pre-Calc, Physical Education II, US Government, then 20 minutes for advisory in the library and 45 for lunch. Then Econ, and a free period." He frowned. "I thought I got all my math credits," he murmured. "...ah, hell. Guess more shit's required this year. Anyway. You've got an assembly in about five minutes. Basically a welcome speech. And it's mandatory. Which means at least a third of us skip out. You might want to, too." Slipping his schedule into his pocket again, he crossed his arms and glanced at the clock. "So what did you get, Angel?"
She smiled shyly. "I have Us. Government, Pre-calculus, Phys Ed, Pottery, the advisory and lunch, Econ with you and English." She said looking at him. "So I have three technically four classes with you if the PE classes are held around each other." Angel looked around alittle. "Yeah if people are staring now then I might want to skip." She said frowning a bit. "So where to?"
"Then that's four classes where you should be left alone," he said, the corner of his lips twitching upwards again. His stomach rumbled quietly, catching the Swede's attention. "Oh, that's right, I haven't eaten." Ares scratched the back of his head, frowning again. "Corner store's a quarter mile from here, so if you like, I can buy you something. I've still got..." He paused, staring off into the distance for a second. "...thirty-four dollars left. And some pennies, but nobody really cares about them."
The snow leopard gave a slight shrugged but smiled. "Um I guess. I think I've still got about twenty on me." She said and stuck close to them as they started to head back out the doors of the school. "So why are you taking the initiative to protect me? I mean you don't know anything about me. I could be a dick like that guy that tried to shank me a few minutes ago." She started.
"That's true. You could be." Ares waited for the swarm of inward-bound students to thin out before he continued. "But, on the other hand, you didn't call out my bullshit. Which a lot of people would've done, because a lot of people are assholes. You didn't, so therefore, you aren't. Unless you plan on being one later, in which case..." The faux albino glared back at the school as they passed the gates and headed West. "...well, you're still stuck between a rock and a hard place. Or, more accurately, between a semi and half a dozen dildos as big as my leg. Humans and anthros don't really get along here, so your presence is... unusual."
She snickered a bit. He did have a point. If she was going to be a dick than she would have done it already. She looked Ares over a bit though. He wasn't too short for a human and they were obviously in the same grade. "So how old are you?" She asked as they took the opportunity of the crowd clearing to get out of the building. With a soft sight she muttered to herself. "God I wish I could ditch the whole day." She said letting her teal hair flop into her eyes.
Ares glanced at the snow leopard, seeming to study her for a moment. 'Not bad looking', he thought randomly. 'Cousin Felix says I have weird taste, though. Maybe he's right.' "18. Started school a little late." He dug through his pockets again, this time finding a lighter and a box of cigarettes. "So do I, Angel," he sighed, taking one of the small sticks and lighting it. "I probably might every now and then. Nobody'll notice."
"So..." She started. "Tell me about yourself? Are you from around here?" She asked. Angel wanted to get to know him since he'd pretty much offered to help her out so she didn't end up slaughtered by humans. The thought alone sent chills up her spine. She didn't want to think about it and stepped over a large rock as they continued to walk up the side of the road. She just now thought about how this might look alittle suspicious though. Two kids walking up the road not too far from a school and with backpacks. Then again for all she knew that was common and the only thing people would notice would be the fact that a human was with an anthro.
Ares inhaled deeply from his cigarette, then exhaled smoke through his nose. "I was born in Sweden, actually," he said, kicking aside an empty bottle. "My family moved here about... four or five years ago, just after my brother died. I spent a year improving my English, then another year in some high school in New York City, where I started making money off my YouTube channel. Then, three years ago, we moved here." He seemed much unhappier at this last statement. "It's... honestly, Angel, this town is horrible. Houses are cheap, but it's practically a warzone, depending on where you go. Humans think anthros are freaks, anthros think humans are weak. There was a shooting at the anthros' high school about six months ago, and I've been mugged three times and stabbed twice."
Angel watched him as he spoke. He still had a bit of an accent that she hadn't initially picked up on. She smirked at how he made his money. Not because she thought it was funny but because it was creative and fairly unique. She started to relax a bit until his last statement. "Oh...I'm sorry. So I'd image that you're going to be finding your way out of here with in the next year then, right?" She asked. It was obvious that Ares was about as fond of how things around here were as she was and after she graduated she was going to high tail it out as soon as possible. If she survived.
"Honestly, I just need out. I'll wait a month after I graduate to get enough money to live on my own, then after that..." Ares paused to draw another lungful of smoke. "I don't care. I'll drive all the way to Narnia if I have to." He shrugged and took another puff. A 7/11 was in range, mostly abandoned save for an 18-wheeler, a minivan, and Mr. Hetsigsten's Jeep. Ares's father shouted something at him in Swedish. Something about Dead Space 2. "For Christ's sake," he muttered, before replying in the harsh language.
Angel smiled some. "Well let me know if you need a room mate." She said. Even with the smile on her face he could tell from her tone that she was dead serious.
At hearing an older man's voice the snow leopard raised a brow and looked at her companion. "Who's that?" She asked. She figured it had to be family but as far as who specifically she was at a loss.
"Why not. I'm lonely anyway." Serious or not, Ares was happy to hear the offer. Like he said, he was lonely. He had been lonely since he moved. Glancing at the bald, goatee'd hulk of a man, he hesitated for a moment. "...my dad," he said at last. "I make money doing Let's Plays and rage quits, but he just plays all day. These days, it's horror games. Only reason we ain't homeless is because of the money Grandma left us, but he still has to start working soon."
Angel stopped in her tracks her tail swishing nervously back and forth. "He's umm...He doesn't have any issues with anthros does he?" She asked nervously. She looked at Ares hoping that he would say everything would be fine. She didn't used to be so skittish around humans, then again she wasn't used to humans having things against her kind either. This would take some getting used to and alot of skill to figure out who she could trust.
Ares pushed open the front door, waiting politely for Angel to go in first. "He doesn't have a problem with anthros, and neither do I," he said, actually giving her a smile, albeit a tiny one. He was relatively cute when he decided to smile. "So relax. And makes friends with the ones that meet your eyes. Trust me, it's a good idea." He strolled on to the freezer at the back, looking through different rows of beverages before settling on a Monster.
Angel strolled to the back with him. "Alright. Sorry I'm just... trying to get used to things." She said giving a weak smile and picking out two powerades. Then she went down the aisle and grabbed a large bag of chips and beef jerky. "So Ares, what else do you want to talk about?" She asked watching him.
"Well, you won't have to worry about me. I'm generally likable when people bother to talk to me." Ares picked out a pair of Slim-Jims, lazily examining the label before answering. "Well, I've been in this town longer, so if you have any questions about anything, I can probably answer them," he said at last. "You good on food?"
Angel nodded. "Yeah I'm good. Go ring yours up." She said motioning to the cashier. She waited behind him and eventualy got her muchies rang up. After they walked back out she smirked. "We could ditch today." She offered with a smile. "Well unless your dad would care but since he already saw us..." Her voice trailed off.
Ares caught the cashier's suspicious eyes and glared. He didn't utter a single word until they were outside, outside of a muttered "Thanks" as his snacks were bagged. "It'd seem kinda rude to just skip out on the first day," he said thoughtfully. "But, on the other hand, school sucks." The Swedish boy craned his head to one side until his neck omitted a series of pops and cracks, then let out a grunt that had to indicate satisfaction. "I'm in. What d'you wanna do?"
She shrugged as she opened her jerky. "Um. Your place or mine?" She asked. "I live like five or six miles away from the school and we're headed the right way." She said nomming on a piece of the hard, chewy beef. "Not alot to do at my place. Theres games but that's about it."
"I pretty much just spent my summer getting pissed and playing videogames with my Dad." He shrugged and fiddled with a Slim-Jim. After a moment, he sighed and bit into the wrapper, tearing off a strip of plastic, then slowly peeling it off to access the meaty snack. "Sorry. I'm not very... anyway. Your place or mine, 's up to you."
"How about my place. It'll be empty till around seven or eight." She said with a grin. She shifted her back pack and opened her Gatorade taking a swig.
It didn't take too long for them to get to her place. After she opened the door she dropped her bag an put her snacks on the counter. "I'm going to change into something comfy. Make yourself at home. She said with a grin and disappeared into a room. She came back out a few minutes later in blue cut offs and a black mid drift tank top that read 'PUNK' across her chest in white paint drip letters.
"Yeah, why not. Just kick me out when you get bored of me." Ares saluted her with the Slim-Jim and followed her obediently, munching quietly and looking as if he couldn't give a fuck if he tried.
By the time they reached her house, he'd already finished off his makeshift breakfast and was just about to start on the Monster. "That's probably not an order you want to give," he said, sounding partially sarcastic and partially serious. He popped the top on his Monster and took a long drink, then let out a contented sigh. "You know, you don't need to dress up just for school," he said, settling into the couch.
Angel gave him a slightly odd look. "I wasn't dressed up before." She said sitting next to him. Her tail curling into her lap. "It just what I'm most comfortable in doesn't meet the dress code requirements." She said watching him. "So...." She said looking at him and giving a smile. "So did you have a girl before you moved?" She asked.
"Same thing." Ares paused to grab for his cigarettes, then stopped. "Nej, I doubt you want your folks smelling smoke when you get home," he sighed. His face turned a light shade of pink for a second, then reached for his pocket again, this time pulling out an iPhone. He fiddled with it for a moment before showing her a picture: Ares, three years younger and arm-in-arm with a wolf girl at least half a foot taller than him, with a much more athletic build but a surprisingly pretty face.
Angel blushed some and leaned forward looking at the picture on the screen of his phone. "And no it's fine my mom smokes." She said softly, blindly reaching for something that looked like a sundae glass. "Here, you can ash in this." she said handing the glass to him.
After a few more moments of looking at the picture she leaned back against the couch again. Her tail tip twitched back and forth. "Ares, don't take this the wrong way but I didn't think you were into us of the furry variety." She said her ears flattening to her head.
"That simplifies shit," he muttered, drawing and lighting a cigarette for himself. "Thank you, Angel." Ares stared longingly at the picture for a second, then sighed and returned the phone to his pocket. "Not sure how you came to that conclusion," he said, leaning his head back in the couch, the cigarette protruding from his lips. "I just don't think species, gender, or religion matters. Character does. And that's how me and Rea got together." He took another puff, holding his breath for an unusually long time before exhaling. "Of course, the few around here that know about her say I'm a freak who likes bestiality, but I don't care."
Angel frowned, her ears continuing to lay flat against her hair. "Sorry. It's just usually I can tell. It wasn't that uncommon in Florida." She said with a shrug. "I feel like a douche now." She sighed trying to figure out how to lighten the mood from her fuck up. "Um...Is there anything you want to ask or play?" She said looking at him.
"You don't need to. It's fine." Indeed, he actually looked vaguely amused. "I can see why you'd think that, actually. But the past is the past... I'll be lucky if I ever see again." He reached over to the glass to flick off some ash. "Hey, I'm up for anything you can throw at me," he said, settling into the couch again, then spread his arms wide. "Come at me, bro."
She snickered a bit. "Do you have any boundaries?" She asked looking at him as seriously as she could. She was board and wanted to make things a bit more interesting. She just wasn't sure what. Truth or dare was always a decent way to start to get to know someone though.
Ares grunted and sat up, turning to face her and crossing his legs. "Depends on the context," he replied after a moment. "But one thing I won't go for is girls who look like Richard Kruspe. He's only attractive as a guy." He set the cigarette between his lips again and tucked his bangs into his do-rag. "And you?"
She chuckled. "In that case girls that look like Johnny Depp." She said smiling. "I meant like anything you would be uncomfortable doing though." She said crossing her legs and turning more towards him.
"Oh. Well, screw you for confusing my simple mind." He gave her one of his almost-smiles. "Well, things I won't do... anything stronger than weed, play Call of Duty, and use human excrement in sex. That shit's for plumbing."
She gave a slightly odd look that laid somewhere between intrigued and grossed out. "So I'm amusing this means you're game for truth or dare then?" She asked hopeful.
"You assume correctly." Ares smiled; it was somewhat adorable, if you didn't know him. "Quid pro quo, yes or no. What shall it be, Clarice? Truth or Dare?"
Angel smirked shaking her head. Her teal hair falling into her eyes. "Truth I guess." She said pushing her hair back out of her eyes. "Tell me Oh Great One what it is that you wish to know."
Ares stubbed out his cigarette on his boot, then tossed it in the sundae glass. "Among other things, how to speak better German. But as for what you can tell me..." He cocked his head to one side. "...hm. Have you ever had a boyfriend?"
Angel nodded some. "Yeah. He was a husky. We didn't really last all that long." She said frowning a bit. Then again that was also roughly five years ago. She didn't really think she was the dating type. So because of it she didn't really chase anyone.
"Ooh, I love huskies," he murmured wistfully, then shook his head. "Sorry. I just think their fur's really pretty, is all." He scratched the back of his head lazily, unfolding his legs and turning around, lying on his back and staring at her upside-down. "Your turn."
"Truth or dare." She asked watching him. She was secretly hoping to do a dare but that was just because of being curious about what she could get him to do.
Ares folded his arms and rested his chin on his forearm, absently humming Eld as he thought it over. "I guess... I'll go with Dare," he decided, looking up at her again. "Try me."
Angel grinned and rubbed her paws together like she was a villian from an old movie. "Hmmmm.... Let me see." She said with a smiled. "I...Dare...You...To..." She paused mainly due to still thinking. "Confess what your first impression is of me." She said with a grin since she couldn't think of anything better.
"...that's the best you can do? Seriously?" He hid his face in his palm for a few seconds before he replied. "My first impression of you... pretty, but whatever deal you made has fucked you in the ass." He shrugged and grinned sheepishly. "Sorry. Anyway, my turn... truth or dare?"
She raised a brow. "Deal? What the hell are you talking about?" She asked waiting for a reply.
After he answered she gave a simple, "Alright you think you can do better? Dare." She said with a cheeky grin.
"However you got stuck in a human school." Ares shrugged indifferently and sat up. "Do I have to to better? Alrighty then." He stared at her for a moment, an expression of curiosity on his face, then clapped his hands once. "I dare you to... dance."
Angel looked at him slightly dumbfounded. "You are kidding right? That's your version of out doing me?" She laughed and started rolling around on the floor. "I'm not dancing for you!" She said squeaking.
"Oh, hush. I'm not asking for a lap dance. Just dance. Something stupid." Still, he found himself grinning widely. "You squeaked. By God, you [i]squeaked[/i]," he said, his head hunched over and shoulders shaking. For whatever reason, he laughed almost silently when he was really amused.
She blushed but continued to laugh. "If you want me to dance you'll have to make me." She said still somewhat rolling around. By this point she was laughing so hard that her stomach started to hurt and she started to tear up. "Oh my god it hurts!" She yelled squealing.
"Oh, you're fine, you nut." Ares stood up, only to kneel at her side, still grinning like a maniac. He poked her in the side, then, in a voice surprisingly similar to that of Dr. House: "You'll be fine. You're just nuts."
Angel paused some still giggling softly. "You're weird." She said looking at him with a grin then pulling him on top of her. "I like you." Her grin widened and she blushed some looking up at him. He was the same type of weird she was. And she was happy that he found her.
"I am pretty incredible." He grinned again, only to let out a surprised yelp as he was suddenly yanked down. His face turned an interesting shade of pink as his brain finally figured out what the hell had happened. "I... guess it's your turn," he murmured.
Angel blinked a few times as she watched him. He was cuter when he blushed. "So um...Truth or dare you weird little troll." She said teasingly.
"Troll? I'm offended." He smiled awkwardly, looking away for a moment. He was vaguely reminded of how he met Rea. Finally, he let out a long, slow breath before meeting her eyes. "...dare," he decided.
Angel thought for a long moment letting Ares just sit on top of her. She had to come up with something good. Something that would at the very least amuse her. She grinned. "I got it!" She said sitting up so quickly that her muzzle nudged his. "Strip! I dare you to strip!" She announced with a satisfied look on her face.
Ares's face turned from pink to magenta, leaving him babbling in Swedish for a little while. Then he sighed and sat up, settling on his knees and shrugging off his jacket. "So you don't dance, but I get to strip," he grumbled, pulling his shirt up over his head and tossing it aside. "Truth or dare, you perv?"
She smirked glancing over his body. Her cheeks turning a light pink even visible threw her fur. "Dare. I'm not scared." She said with a smirk but kept blushing. Her eyes still going over the curves of his body especially around his hips.
"Be afraid. Be very afraid." He grinned and leaned back against the couch, crossing his arms. "Eye for an eye, Angel," he teased. "Strip. I strip as much as you do." He smirked and leaned forward. "Or should I just get dressed?"
She stopped laughing and blushed brighter. "I'm gonna need a shower after this I just know it." She said somewhat jokingly. She slowly pulled of her mid drift tank top and undid her shorts. She now sat on the living room floor in her underwear. "If you want to see more you either start paying up or find a way to convince me." She said with a wink even though she was blushing brightly.
Ares grinned and pulled off his boots. "Make it cold," he said, grinning. "Cry yourself into a frozen coma. Because you'll see me in my underwear." He stood up and hooked his thumbs into his pants, slowly pulling them down enough to slip out one leg, then the other. He dropped it at his pile of clothes and sat back down, his face red.
Angel let out a slight giggle and covered her mouth. "Anyone told you that you're cute when you blush?" She asked coming closer to him. She was starting to think of a new way to make this game very, very interesting. She let her nose rest just a few centimeters away from his and grinned. "I bet it would be really easy to get you even more worked up." She said coyly, her face almost as bright as his.
He blushed brighter but leaned forward in turn, their faces barely separated. "Only one. Not a lot of people check me out." Ares stared into her eyes in silence, seeming to contemplate her. "Oh, do you, now?" he said quietly. "I think I'm interested... but I think it's your turn first. Truth... or dare."
Angel looked down for a brief moment then met his eyes agian. "Truth. I think I need to cool off." She said fanning herself with a hand giving a nervous laugh.
Ares laughed and sat back, crossing his legs again. "You fucking tease," he smirked, crossing his arms. "Okay, truth..." He tilted his head to one side, still blushing. "Um... how much would you strip?"
Angel saw this question coming a mile away and smirked. "Fully...If you can convince me." She added the last part softly just to try to tease him more. "So truth or dare Ares." She said laying back with a grin. Her thick tail nudging him every so often as it twitched back and forth.
I should say dare, he thought. Buuut... maybe that's what she wants. He smirked and leaned forward, stroking her tail with one finger whenever it came close enough. "I got a pretty girl in her underwear in front of me without calling the cops, so I'd do whatever you want," he said slowly. "But... I say truth."
"This gettin' awkward for you yet Sugar?" She asked with a smirk letting her floridian accent come out for a moment. She said letting her tail partially wrap around his wrist. She somewhat wanted to see what she could get away with with him. At the same time though she didn't want to push her luck.
Ares ran his thumb over her tail, meeting her eyes again. "Dear girl, I've seen someone else naked only once in my life," he admitted, letting out a sigh. "We're not at that point, but it's damn close." After a moment, he pulled off his do-rag and laid it down on the floor, then shook his head. "Truth or dare?"
Angel let a smile cross her lips. She couldn't help but watch as he shook out his white hair. For some reason she found it attractive. "Dare." She stated. At least now she'd know what direction he wanted to go with this.
"Dare..." The Swede brushed his bangs out of his eyes and cocked his head. His face hadn't lost its pink hue. "What to do, what to do," he murmured, closing his eyes for a moment, then opened them again. "I dare you to... kiss me."
Angel waited. Her tail now swishing back and forth behind her as she sat on her knees with her hands in front of her. Upon hearing her dare she gave a slightly amused expression and shrugged. "Sure. Why not." She said with a smirk and leaned forward. Letting her lips brush his.
Ares blushed again, somewhat surprised that she'd actually kissed him. Though it felt a little too short to fully enjoy. "Fuzzy," he commented, trying to hide his blush behind a smirk. He could still feel a phantom touch on his lips. "But not very long. Am I really that repulsive?" He shook his head, trying to do something with his hair. "Your turn."
She laughed some. "Well of course it was short. You said kiss. Not make-out." She said sarcastically. She leaned back on her legs again. She still continued to look him over though. She'd never really considered humans before for dating. Friends were fine but she'd never really been attracted to any humans. "Truth or dare?" She asked softly.
The nice thing about small towns was that the scenery was mostly unspoiled. No smog, no skyscrapers, and very little crime or accidents. It was a nice change after New York City; the melting pot of the world, but not exactly the land of opportunity, either. But this town, while relatively scenic, seemed to be the exact opposite of a melting pot. While everyone, furred or fleshed, mingled together and got on with life, humans seemed to keep their distance from their anthropomorphic neighbors, and vice versa; there were even separate schools.
A lonely black Jeep sped through the highway, its two passengers silent. The driver, a massive, shaven-headed man at least seven feet tall, was determinedly avoiding his passenger's eyes. The passenger was shorter, still relatively tall at 6'4" but lacking the muscular frame of his father. His skin was pale, nearly to the point of albinism, and his moderate-length hair was dyed a brilliantly bright white, which covered small, golden hoop on each earlobe and hidden under a black do-rag in turn, on the front of which was the Slender Man symbol: a red circle with an X crossing through it. His bangs hung over cautious eyes, red as blood. A slight contradiction to his appearance was his clothes: they were almost entirely black. His cargo pants, his jacket, his boots.
The Jeep soon pulled up in front of the school. An over-decorated four-story building, in the boy's opinion, right down to the columns at the entrance. Ridiculous. Stepping out of the vehicle, one would see that his frame was rather wolflike; a lean musculature with a defensive stance, as if he was prepared to fight or flee at a moment's notice. Usually, he didn't need to; he was always ignored, and that was just fine with him. Friendships in this place usually lead to drama, which was fun to watch but not get involved in. Stalking past his classmates unmolested, he settled in front of one of the columns, pulling a Kindle from his bag. Nothing else to do until class started.
Angel's ears flicked back and forth nervously. She was moving to this small town from a well mixed city in Florida. She was used to everyone anthro or otherwise getting along. Ever since she arrived though it seemed like she was a disease or plague. No humans had said more than five words to her. Hell even getting her into school had been an issue. The schools were segregated too. Her mother had to battle the principal over getting her into the closest school, which was human populated, versus the anthro one. Just because the human one was five miles up the road instead of twenty.
Now she was wishing that her mother hadn't bothered and just let her go to the anthro one since her mom hadn't checked the neighborhood either. Once again a mainly human populated area. "Just relax sweetheart," Her mother started. "You can't be the only one that goes there. What about the sergal girl we saw at the supermarket the other day?" Angel rolled her eyes. 'Her parents probably had common sense and made her go to the other school.' Angel thought to herself as they pulled up. Angel grabbed her backpack and slowly got out of the car. Her tail sticking close to her so no one would step on it. "Have a good day at school!" Her mom yelled before speeding off, leaving the snow leopard to her own devices.
Ares barely got two minutes' worth of reading before his classmates' babbling increased. Looking up from Under the Dome, he saw something that would make this miserable place more tolerable: an anthro. A snow leopard, by the looks of her. You just got fucked in the ass, girl, he thought to himself, eyes widening slightly as one of the larger boys approached her, something glinting in his hand. He shut off the eReader and stuffing it in his backpack, then stood up with a grunt. His back hadn't felt right ever since that truck backed into him. Still, despite the twinge of pain, he shouldered his backpack and continued as if nothing had happened. The crowd fell quiet as Ares, the outcast who never spoke unless the teacher was taking attendance, approached the girl who would no doubt have more trouble fitting in than the Swedish boy. Before the boy with the knife, fortunately, who paused behind a mathlete and slipped his knife back into his pocket.
"Welcome," said the faux albino, offering the smallest of smiles. "My name is Ares Hetsigsten, and I'll be providing a tour of the school." He made a follow-me gesture and strode off, continuing the tour-guide facade until they got inside. Then his demeanor changed completely. "Sorry about lying, but I had to get you inside," he said quietly. "I don't know why you're here rather than the other school, but I can tell you that humans are a bit more vicious. Just stay away from the guys with the varsity jackets, don't start anything, and look people in the eye, and you'll be fine. If you have any trouble, find me. I eat in the parking lot at lunch." He stood up straight, frowning. This boy definitely wasn't the life of the party; more like the kid in the back who just waited for it all to end so that he could go home. "I suppose I should show you to your first class, yes?"
Just as a glint of light caught Angel's eye a boy with hair as white as her fur had darted over. He was apparently called Ares. She raised a cautious brow at him requesting her to follow but figured that it would be better than being stabbed by a dick with a knife and did as she was bid. "It's fine. Thanks..." She said softly. She was roughly five foot eight seemed to be a bit taller than alot of people around. "I'm Angel by the way. Angel Hallows." She made a slightly disgruntled expression and nodded. "I'd appreciate it. Hopefully I've got at least a few classes with you." She said overly aware of the stares that followed her continuing to keep her thick tail tucked to her.
"Angel it is, then." Ares fished a slip of paper out of his pocket and unfolded it to check his schedule. "My classes are Psychology, pre-Calc, Physical Education II, US Government, then 20 minutes for advisory in the library and 45 for lunch. Then Econ, and a free period." He frowned. "I thought I got all my math credits," he murmured. "...ah, hell. Guess more shit's required this year. Anyway. You've got an assembly in about five minutes. Basically a welcome speech. And it's mandatory. Which means at least a third of us skip out. You might want to, too." Slipping his schedule into his pocket again, he crossed his arms and glanced at the clock. "So what did you get, Angel?"
She smiled shyly. "I have Us. Government, Pre-calculus, Phys Ed, Pottery, the advisory and lunch, Econ with you and English." She said looking at him. "So I have three technically four classes with you if the PE classes are held around each other." Angel looked around alittle. "Yeah if people are staring now then I might want to skip." She said frowning a bit. "So where to?"
"Then that's four classes where you should be left alone," he said, the corner of his lips twitching upwards again. His stomach rumbled quietly, catching the Swede's attention. "Oh, that's right, I haven't eaten." Ares scratched the back of his head, frowning again. "Corner store's a quarter mile from here, so if you like, I can buy you something. I've still got..." He paused, staring off into the distance for a second. "...thirty-four dollars left. And some pennies, but nobody really cares about them."
The snow leopard gave a slight shrugged but smiled. "Um I guess. I think I've still got about twenty on me." She said and stuck close to them as they started to head back out the doors of the school. "So why are you taking the initiative to protect me? I mean you don't know anything about me. I could be a dick like that guy that tried to shank me a few minutes ago." She started.
"That's true. You could be." Ares waited for the swarm of inward-bound students to thin out before he continued. "But, on the other hand, you didn't call out my bullshit. Which a lot of people would've done, because a lot of people are assholes. You didn't, so therefore, you aren't. Unless you plan on being one later, in which case..." The faux albino glared back at the school as they passed the gates and headed West. "...well, you're still stuck between a rock and a hard place. Or, more accurately, between a semi and half a dozen dildos as big as my leg. Humans and anthros don't really get along here, so your presence is... unusual."
She snickered a bit. He did have a point. If she was going to be a dick than she would have done it already. She looked Ares over a bit though. He wasn't too short for a human and they were obviously in the same grade. "So how old are you?" She asked as they took the opportunity of the crowd clearing to get out of the building. With a soft sight she muttered to herself. "God I wish I could ditch the whole day." She said letting her teal hair flop into her eyes.
Ares glanced at the snow leopard, seeming to study her for a moment. 'Not bad looking', he thought randomly. 'Cousin Felix says I have weird taste, though. Maybe he's right.' "18. Started school a little late." He dug through his pockets again, this time finding a lighter and a box of cigarettes. "So do I, Angel," he sighed, taking one of the small sticks and lighting it. "I probably might every now and then. Nobody'll notice."
"So..." She started. "Tell me about yourself? Are you from around here?" She asked. Angel wanted to get to know him since he'd pretty much offered to help her out so she didn't end up slaughtered by humans. The thought alone sent chills up her spine. She didn't want to think about it and stepped over a large rock as they continued to walk up the side of the road. She just now thought about how this might look alittle suspicious though. Two kids walking up the road not too far from a school and with backpacks. Then again for all she knew that was common and the only thing people would notice would be the fact that a human was with an anthro.
Ares inhaled deeply from his cigarette, then exhaled smoke through his nose. "I was born in Sweden, actually," he said, kicking aside an empty bottle. "My family moved here about... four or five years ago, just after my brother died. I spent a year improving my English, then another year in some high school in New York City, where I started making money off my YouTube channel. Then, three years ago, we moved here." He seemed much unhappier at this last statement. "It's... honestly, Angel, this town is horrible. Houses are cheap, but it's practically a warzone, depending on where you go. Humans think anthros are freaks, anthros think humans are weak. There was a shooting at the anthros' high school about six months ago, and I've been mugged three times and stabbed twice."
Angel watched him as he spoke. He still had a bit of an accent that she hadn't initially picked up on. She smirked at how he made his money. Not because she thought it was funny but because it was creative and fairly unique. She started to relax a bit until his last statement. "Oh...I'm sorry. So I'd image that you're going to be finding your way out of here with in the next year then, right?" She asked. It was obvious that Ares was about as fond of how things around here were as she was and after she graduated she was going to high tail it out as soon as possible. If she survived.
"Honestly, I just need out. I'll wait a month after I graduate to get enough money to live on my own, then after that..." Ares paused to draw another lungful of smoke. "I don't care. I'll drive all the way to Narnia if I have to." He shrugged and took another puff. A 7/11 was in range, mostly abandoned save for an 18-wheeler, a minivan, and Mr. Hetsigsten's Jeep. Ares's father shouted something at him in Swedish. Something about Dead Space 2. "For Christ's sake," he muttered, before replying in the harsh language.
Angel smiled some. "Well let me know if you need a room mate." She said. Even with the smile on her face he could tell from her tone that she was dead serious.
At hearing an older man's voice the snow leopard raised a brow and looked at her companion. "Who's that?" She asked. She figured it had to be family but as far as who specifically she was at a loss.
"Why not. I'm lonely anyway." Serious or not, Ares was happy to hear the offer. Like he said, he was lonely. He had been lonely since he moved. Glancing at the bald, goatee'd hulk of a man, he hesitated for a moment. "...my dad," he said at last. "I make money doing Let's Plays and rage quits, but he just plays all day. These days, it's horror games. Only reason we ain't homeless is because of the money Grandma left us, but he still has to start working soon."
Angel stopped in her tracks her tail swishing nervously back and forth. "He's umm...He doesn't have any issues with anthros does he?" She asked nervously. She looked at Ares hoping that he would say everything would be fine. She didn't used to be so skittish around humans, then again she wasn't used to humans having things against her kind either. This would take some getting used to and alot of skill to figure out who she could trust.
Ares pushed open the front door, waiting politely for Angel to go in first. "He doesn't have a problem with anthros, and neither do I," he said, actually giving her a smile, albeit a tiny one. He was relatively cute when he decided to smile. "So relax. And makes friends with the ones that meet your eyes. Trust me, it's a good idea." He strolled on to the freezer at the back, looking through different rows of beverages before settling on a Monster.
Angel strolled to the back with him. "Alright. Sorry I'm just... trying to get used to things." She said giving a weak smile and picking out two powerades. Then she went down the aisle and grabbed a large bag of chips and beef jerky. "So Ares, what else do you want to talk about?" She asked watching him.
"Well, you won't have to worry about me. I'm generally likable when people bother to talk to me." Ares picked out a pair of Slim-Jims, lazily examining the label before answering. "Well, I've been in this town longer, so if you have any questions about anything, I can probably answer them," he said at last. "You good on food?"
Angel nodded. "Yeah I'm good. Go ring yours up." She said motioning to the cashier. She waited behind him and eventualy got her muchies rang up. After they walked back out she smirked. "We could ditch today." She offered with a smile. "Well unless your dad would care but since he already saw us..." Her voice trailed off.
Ares caught the cashier's suspicious eyes and glared. He didn't utter a single word until they were outside, outside of a muttered "Thanks" as his snacks were bagged. "It'd seem kinda rude to just skip out on the first day," he said thoughtfully. "But, on the other hand, school sucks." The Swedish boy craned his head to one side until his neck omitted a series of pops and cracks, then let out a grunt that had to indicate satisfaction. "I'm in. What d'you wanna do?"
She shrugged as she opened her jerky. "Um. Your place or mine?" She asked. "I live like five or six miles away from the school and we're headed the right way." She said nomming on a piece of the hard, chewy beef. "Not alot to do at my place. Theres games but that's about it."
"I pretty much just spent my summer getting pissed and playing videogames with my Dad." He shrugged and fiddled with a Slim-Jim. After a moment, he sighed and bit into the wrapper, tearing off a strip of plastic, then slowly peeling it off to access the meaty snack. "Sorry. I'm not very... anyway. Your place or mine, 's up to you."
"How about my place. It'll be empty till around seven or eight." She said with a grin. She shifted her back pack and opened her Gatorade taking a swig.
It didn't take too long for them to get to her place. After she opened the door she dropped her bag an put her snacks on the counter. "I'm going to change into something comfy. Make yourself at home. She said with a grin and disappeared into a room. She came back out a few minutes later in blue cut offs and a black mid drift tank top that read 'PUNK' across her chest in white paint drip letters.
"Yeah, why not. Just kick me out when you get bored of me." Ares saluted her with the Slim-Jim and followed her obediently, munching quietly and looking as if he couldn't give a fuck if he tried.
By the time they reached her house, he'd already finished off his makeshift breakfast and was just about to start on the Monster. "That's probably not an order you want to give," he said, sounding partially sarcastic and partially serious. He popped the top on his Monster and took a long drink, then let out a contented sigh. "You know, you don't need to dress up just for school," he said, settling into the couch.
Angel gave him a slightly odd look. "I wasn't dressed up before." She said sitting next to him. Her tail curling into her lap. "It just what I'm most comfortable in doesn't meet the dress code requirements." She said watching him. "So...." She said looking at him and giving a smile. "So did you have a girl before you moved?" She asked.
"Same thing." Ares paused to grab for his cigarettes, then stopped. "Nej, I doubt you want your folks smelling smoke when you get home," he sighed. His face turned a light shade of pink for a second, then reached for his pocket again, this time pulling out an iPhone. He fiddled with it for a moment before showing her a picture: Ares, three years younger and arm-in-arm with a wolf girl at least half a foot taller than him, with a much more athletic build but a surprisingly pretty face.
Angel blushed some and leaned forward looking at the picture on the screen of his phone. "And no it's fine my mom smokes." She said softly, blindly reaching for something that looked like a sundae glass. "Here, you can ash in this." she said handing the glass to him.
After a few more moments of looking at the picture she leaned back against the couch again. Her tail tip twitched back and forth. "Ares, don't take this the wrong way but I didn't think you were into us of the furry variety." She said her ears flattening to her head.
"That simplifies shit," he muttered, drawing and lighting a cigarette for himself. "Thank you, Angel." Ares stared longingly at the picture for a second, then sighed and returned the phone to his pocket. "Not sure how you came to that conclusion," he said, leaning his head back in the couch, the cigarette protruding from his lips. "I just don't think species, gender, or religion matters. Character does. And that's how me and Rea got together." He took another puff, holding his breath for an unusually long time before exhaling. "Of course, the few around here that know about her say I'm a freak who likes bestiality, but I don't care."
Angel frowned, her ears continuing to lay flat against her hair. "Sorry. It's just usually I can tell. It wasn't that uncommon in Florida." She said with a shrug. "I feel like a douche now." She sighed trying to figure out how to lighten the mood from her fuck up. "Um...Is there anything you want to ask or play?" She said looking at him.
"You don't need to. It's fine." Indeed, he actually looked vaguely amused. "I can see why you'd think that, actually. But the past is the past... I'll be lucky if I ever see again." He reached over to the glass to flick off some ash. "Hey, I'm up for anything you can throw at me," he said, settling into the couch again, then spread his arms wide. "Come at me, bro."
She snickered a bit. "Do you have any boundaries?" She asked looking at him as seriously as she could. She was board and wanted to make things a bit more interesting. She just wasn't sure what. Truth or dare was always a decent way to start to get to know someone though.
Ares grunted and sat up, turning to face her and crossing his legs. "Depends on the context," he replied after a moment. "But one thing I won't go for is girls who look like Richard Kruspe. He's only attractive as a guy." He set the cigarette between his lips again and tucked his bangs into his do-rag. "And you?"
She chuckled. "In that case girls that look like Johnny Depp." She said smiling. "I meant like anything you would be uncomfortable doing though." She said crossing her legs and turning more towards him.
"Oh. Well, screw you for confusing my simple mind." He gave her one of his almost-smiles. "Well, things I won't do... anything stronger than weed, play Call of Duty, and use human excrement in sex. That shit's for plumbing."
She gave a slightly odd look that laid somewhere between intrigued and grossed out. "So I'm amusing this means you're game for truth or dare then?" She asked hopeful.
"You assume correctly." Ares smiled; it was somewhat adorable, if you didn't know him. "Quid pro quo, yes or no. What shall it be, Clarice? Truth or Dare?"
Angel smirked shaking her head. Her teal hair falling into her eyes. "Truth I guess." She said pushing her hair back out of her eyes. "Tell me Oh Great One what it is that you wish to know."
Ares stubbed out his cigarette on his boot, then tossed it in the sundae glass. "Among other things, how to speak better German. But as for what you can tell me..." He cocked his head to one side. "...hm. Have you ever had a boyfriend?"
Angel nodded some. "Yeah. He was a husky. We didn't really last all that long." She said frowning a bit. Then again that was also roughly five years ago. She didn't really think she was the dating type. So because of it she didn't really chase anyone.
"Ooh, I love huskies," he murmured wistfully, then shook his head. "Sorry. I just think their fur's really pretty, is all." He scratched the back of his head lazily, unfolding his legs and turning around, lying on his back and staring at her upside-down. "Your turn."
"Truth or dare." She asked watching him. She was secretly hoping to do a dare but that was just because of being curious about what she could get him to do.
Ares folded his arms and rested his chin on his forearm, absently humming Eld as he thought it over. "I guess... I'll go with Dare," he decided, looking up at her again. "Try me."
Angel grinned and rubbed her paws together like she was a villian from an old movie. "Hmmmm.... Let me see." She said with a smiled. "I...Dare...You...To..." She paused mainly due to still thinking. "Confess what your first impression is of me." She said with a grin since she couldn't think of anything better.
"...that's the best you can do? Seriously?" He hid his face in his palm for a few seconds before he replied. "My first impression of you... pretty, but whatever deal you made has fucked you in the ass." He shrugged and grinned sheepishly. "Sorry. Anyway, my turn... truth or dare?"
She raised a brow. "Deal? What the hell are you talking about?" She asked waiting for a reply.
After he answered she gave a simple, "Alright you think you can do better? Dare." She said with a cheeky grin.
"However you got stuck in a human school." Ares shrugged indifferently and sat up. "Do I have to to better? Alrighty then." He stared at her for a moment, an expression of curiosity on his face, then clapped his hands once. "I dare you to... dance."
Angel looked at him slightly dumbfounded. "You are kidding right? That's your version of out doing me?" She laughed and started rolling around on the floor. "I'm not dancing for you!" She said squeaking.
"Oh, hush. I'm not asking for a lap dance. Just dance. Something stupid." Still, he found himself grinning widely. "You squeaked. By God, you [i]squeaked[/i]," he said, his head hunched over and shoulders shaking. For whatever reason, he laughed almost silently when he was really amused.
She blushed but continued to laugh. "If you want me to dance you'll have to make me." She said still somewhat rolling around. By this point she was laughing so hard that her stomach started to hurt and she started to tear up. "Oh my god it hurts!" She yelled squealing.
"Oh, you're fine, you nut." Ares stood up, only to kneel at her side, still grinning like a maniac. He poked her in the side, then, in a voice surprisingly similar to that of Dr. House: "You'll be fine. You're just nuts."
Angel paused some still giggling softly. "You're weird." She said looking at him with a grin then pulling him on top of her. "I like you." Her grin widened and she blushed some looking up at him. He was the same type of weird she was. And she was happy that he found her.
"I am pretty incredible." He grinned again, only to let out a surprised yelp as he was suddenly yanked down. His face turned an interesting shade of pink as his brain finally figured out what the hell had happened. "I... guess it's your turn," he murmured.
Angel blinked a few times as she watched him. He was cuter when he blushed. "So um...Truth or dare you weird little troll." She said teasingly.
"Troll? I'm offended." He smiled awkwardly, looking away for a moment. He was vaguely reminded of how he met Rea. Finally, he let out a long, slow breath before meeting her eyes. "...dare," he decided.
Angel thought for a long moment letting Ares just sit on top of her. She had to come up with something good. Something that would at the very least amuse her. She grinned. "I got it!" She said sitting up so quickly that her muzzle nudged his. "Strip! I dare you to strip!" She announced with a satisfied look on her face.
Ares's face turned from pink to magenta, leaving him babbling in Swedish for a little while. Then he sighed and sat up, settling on his knees and shrugging off his jacket. "So you don't dance, but I get to strip," he grumbled, pulling his shirt up over his head and tossing it aside. "Truth or dare, you perv?"
She smirked glancing over his body. Her cheeks turning a light pink even visible threw her fur. "Dare. I'm not scared." She said with a smirk but kept blushing. Her eyes still going over the curves of his body especially around his hips.
"Be afraid. Be very afraid." He grinned and leaned back against the couch, crossing his arms. "Eye for an eye, Angel," he teased. "Strip. I strip as much as you do." He smirked and leaned forward. "Or should I just get dressed?"
She stopped laughing and blushed brighter. "I'm gonna need a shower after this I just know it." She said somewhat jokingly. She slowly pulled of her mid drift tank top and undid her shorts. She now sat on the living room floor in her underwear. "If you want to see more you either start paying up or find a way to convince me." She said with a wink even though she was blushing brightly.
Ares grinned and pulled off his boots. "Make it cold," he said, grinning. "Cry yourself into a frozen coma. Because you'll see me in my underwear." He stood up and hooked his thumbs into his pants, slowly pulling them down enough to slip out one leg, then the other. He dropped it at his pile of clothes and sat back down, his face red.
Angel let out a slight giggle and covered her mouth. "Anyone told you that you're cute when you blush?" She asked coming closer to him. She was starting to think of a new way to make this game very, very interesting. She let her nose rest just a few centimeters away from his and grinned. "I bet it would be really easy to get you even more worked up." She said coyly, her face almost as bright as his.
He blushed brighter but leaned forward in turn, their faces barely separated. "Only one. Not a lot of people check me out." Ares stared into her eyes in silence, seeming to contemplate her. "Oh, do you, now?" he said quietly. "I think I'm interested... but I think it's your turn first. Truth... or dare."
Angel looked down for a brief moment then met his eyes agian. "Truth. I think I need to cool off." She said fanning herself with a hand giving a nervous laugh.
Ares laughed and sat back, crossing his legs again. "You fucking tease," he smirked, crossing his arms. "Okay, truth..." He tilted his head to one side, still blushing. "Um... how much would you strip?"
Angel saw this question coming a mile away and smirked. "Fully...If you can convince me." She added the last part softly just to try to tease him more. "So truth or dare Ares." She said laying back with a grin. Her thick tail nudging him every so often as it twitched back and forth.
I should say dare, he thought. Buuut... maybe that's what she wants. He smirked and leaned forward, stroking her tail with one finger whenever it came close enough. "I got a pretty girl in her underwear in front of me without calling the cops, so I'd do whatever you want," he said slowly. "But... I say truth."
"This gettin' awkward for you yet Sugar?" She asked with a smirk letting her floridian accent come out for a moment. She said letting her tail partially wrap around his wrist. She somewhat wanted to see what she could get away with with him. At the same time though she didn't want to push her luck.
Ares ran his thumb over her tail, meeting her eyes again. "Dear girl, I've seen someone else naked only once in my life," he admitted, letting out a sigh. "We're not at that point, but it's damn close." After a moment, he pulled off his do-rag and laid it down on the floor, then shook his head. "Truth or dare?"
Angel let a smile cross her lips. She couldn't help but watch as he shook out his white hair. For some reason she found it attractive. "Dare." She stated. At least now she'd know what direction he wanted to go with this.
"Dare..." The Swede brushed his bangs out of his eyes and cocked his head. His face hadn't lost its pink hue. "What to do, what to do," he murmured, closing his eyes for a moment, then opened them again. "I dare you to... kiss me."
Angel waited. Her tail now swishing back and forth behind her as she sat on her knees with her hands in front of her. Upon hearing her dare she gave a slightly amused expression and shrugged. "Sure. Why not." She said with a smirk and leaned forward. Letting her lips brush his.
Ares blushed again, somewhat surprised that she'd actually kissed him. Though it felt a little too short to fully enjoy. "Fuzzy," he commented, trying to hide his blush behind a smirk. He could still feel a phantom touch on his lips. "But not very long. Am I really that repulsive?" He shook his head, trying to do something with his hair. "Your turn."
She laughed some. "Well of course it was short. You said kiss. Not make-out." She said sarcastically. She leaned back on her legs again. She still continued to look him over though. She'd never really considered humans before for dating. Friends were fine but she'd never really been attracted to any humans. "Truth or dare?" She asked softly.
A Magicked Life (In-Complete)
(This is starting a few posts into it. I didn't decide to do this until after it started. You aren't missing much though. Regular font is my posts. Italics is my partners.)
It was around 11AM and Oscar was sitting in a large lounge like armchair, wearing only a pair of blue jeans.
Sunrays were passing through the curtains behind him and on to the woman sleeping in the large king sized bed. Sleeping was something Oscar didn't need, just like a name. But he quickly found that while human could get along someone not sleeping, interactions were much harder when they couldn't name you. Plus, this woman wanted him to have a name and, whether he liked it or not, her will overwhelmed his.
Starring at her with the piercing grey eyes he gave himself, along with a lean, rock star like body and some fashionably messy black hair, he felt lucky he was bound to her. Not that he liked slavery, no, not one bit, but she had potential. She had an hunger for... things. An Oscar would help it grow. He would develop her ego and help her want more and more... until she would die of old age, until he would be free and reap the benefit of the treasures he would have helped her acquire.
Right now, he was still at phase one. Two weeks ago, he helped her winning a large amount of money at various poker tables. Enough money she could enjoy two weeks of excess. From designers clothes and heels, to wine, champagne, the best restaurants and wild sex... almost anything money could provide, including renting this five stars hostel room.
But it was poker money, it was meant to be short lived. When she'd wake up, he would tell her just that and phase two would begin
Lillian Sutorus had gotten used to bending over backwards for everyone. She'd been working her way up from the bottom since she was thirteen. She was now twenty-seven and stumbled upon the most wonderful thing/person that she could have asked for.
Okay maybe that was a stretch. Not THE most wonderful. His attitude left alot to be desired alot of the time and he chose to look like a rock star. That combination for any other being would have spelled trouble when it came to this redhead. Since bedding who she'd wanted had never been a problem.
She gave a soft yawn, scratching her head. "Mmmm..." She sat up and wiped the sleep from her eyes. "I could get used to living like this." She said softly. Already knowing that her genie of sorts was listening nearby.
"and you should" answered Oscar, motionning his body closer to her with an almost inhuman grace. "you only deserve the best" he said, smiling as he walked toward the fridge, dodging a pair of Jimmy Choo and Louboutin as well as La Perla underwears and other designer's brand. There, he found some fresh orange juice was left and poured her a glass he brought to her "you're my Mistress after all" he added, smiling and handing her the glass, flattering her ego.
As soon as she took the glass (I assume, she does) he sat on the bed too, behing her, his hands working on her bare shoulders "still, if you want to keep living the high life, you'll need a more permanent source of revenu." he paused but kept massaging her, he needed to put her in the rith set of mind. Now that he gave her a taste of luxury, he knew she'd do anything to keep enjoying it "I can help you. of course. I will. But you have to think about some kind of work that would keep the money coming less suspisciously than wining every possible poker table or game of chance." He kissed her neck, his hands still on her shoulders and said "I wouldn't recommand anything too public such as a movie star. But producing movies or music would work. Anything is possible Mistress" he said.
She smiled some hearing him answer her. Lily could definitely get used to this. She took the glass from him and kept an eye around him as he worked his way behind her. He listened to what he said and thought about it for a while. She wanted to do something she would enjoy. Not that she didn't like the idea of being a producer of some sort but it just didn't seem to fit her. "I want something where I'll be known." She started simply. "I don't want to just melt in with everyone else." She said letting out a soft moan as he massaged her. She took a long drink to try to stifle her gasps then moved her long redish hair over her shoulder.
"I like photography, not that standard stuff but making things look interesting. Like they do for singers that go over board with there make-up and for some models." She said leaning forward some. "What do you think?"
Oscar needed her to hide somehow. Fame could be a real danger and if her secret was ever exposed, everything would be lost.
Plus, for what he had in mind, how powerful and cruel he wanted to turn her, the demon needed her to be some kind of hidden power.
"Ah, you can choose whatever you fancy... but I would really not advise you to be exposed Mistress." he paused so she could ponder on his words and then said "Imagine people start questionning the nature of our relationship? I can turn myself invisible to them but no one is flawless. There will always be a mistake or someone more clever than his peer investigating your success. Gossips and focused justice could be the end of you. I'll help you in whatever you choose to do but I can only urge you not to be seen from th epublic eyes. To remain in the shadows while pulling the strings so to speak." He paused again, continuing his massage before whispering to he rears "I'm not talking about you simply getting rich. I'm talking about you being so wealthy, you won't see the difference between buying the entire Versace collection and a pack of chewing gum."
She smirked. Oscar knew how to phrase things that was for sure. "I guess being a director wouldn't be that bad. Plus I'd have people bringing me their scripts. I'd just leave it to you to turn it to gold and make everyone love it." She said looking back at him as she stood up. Watching him for a moment and looking him over she asked, "So did you intentionally pick an overly attractive look for yourself or was it luck of the draw?" She'd been wanting to know, just hadn't bothered to ask until now.
Lillian stripped off the little amount of clothing that she still had on and turned on the shower. Part of her hoping that Oscar would join her but the better part of her mind knowing that it seemed against his character.
Oscar laughed at her question "luck has nothing to do with it. What kind of demon would I be if I couldn't guess what humans deeply desire?" he smiled. "I know a bit about your civilization. I just fashionned myself into an archetype. I guess this is why I could make sure people would love your films no matter what."
Watching her go into the bathroom, he waited a little bit and made a call then joined her indeed.
Entering the large shower, naked too, he took the soap and, kissing her, pushed her against the wall of the tube and placed a hand over her breasts, rubbing the soap down on her flat belly. "There'll be a surprise for you when you'll go back to the room" he said.
In fact, he called for a maid from a very expensive salon. He needed her to get used to people serving her and enjoy their submissiveness and her dominion.
This would be the first step. He would use this opportunity to start working on her ego. After some pleasure in the shower though.
She raised a brow slightly as he explained. Her mind continued to wander a bit about his looks and darker personality. He always seemed to have something else in mind and kept her guessing. That was another thing that she was starting to really like about him.
Her eyes widened slightly as Oscar walked in. She wasn't expecting this, part of her hoped that this would be a sign that he was starting to at least be infatuated with her. She let out a soft moan from being pinned against the shower. "Really? She asked with a slight smile. Other than seeing you actually join me in here?" She asked coyly. She took the oppurtunity to see what exactly it was that she was getting herself into. Her eyes slowly taking in his complete appearance.
He had to turn her into a beautiful, cold and ridiculously rich bitch with an hungry heart for power and a passion for humiliation.
Such character didn't come out of the blue. Oscar needed more than a promising subject, he needed to work on her ego and get her accustomed, addicted to people kneeling before her.
Thus her surprise when she'd step out of the shower. The maid from the salon would be the perfect guinea pig.
First thing first though and, right now, it was important to pleasure her in a way she could feel and enjoy being selfish.
She blushed as she watched him caress her body. Sucking in a breath when he'd entered, her cheeks flushed even brighter as he arousal dripped onto his fingers. She let out a soft moan. It was obvious that she was trying to hide it though. She bit her lower lip eyeing him for a bit before closing her eyes. "Do you get any enjoyment out of this?" She asked as she felt herself clench around his fingers. "Or are you just doing this to do it?"
It was around 11AM and Oscar was sitting in a large lounge like armchair, wearing only a pair of blue jeans.
Sunrays were passing through the curtains behind him and on to the woman sleeping in the large king sized bed. Sleeping was something Oscar didn't need, just like a name. But he quickly found that while human could get along someone not sleeping, interactions were much harder when they couldn't name you. Plus, this woman wanted him to have a name and, whether he liked it or not, her will overwhelmed his.
Starring at her with the piercing grey eyes he gave himself, along with a lean, rock star like body and some fashionably messy black hair, he felt lucky he was bound to her. Not that he liked slavery, no, not one bit, but she had potential. She had an hunger for... things. An Oscar would help it grow. He would develop her ego and help her want more and more... until she would die of old age, until he would be free and reap the benefit of the treasures he would have helped her acquire.
Right now, he was still at phase one. Two weeks ago, he helped her winning a large amount of money at various poker tables. Enough money she could enjoy two weeks of excess. From designers clothes and heels, to wine, champagne, the best restaurants and wild sex... almost anything money could provide, including renting this five stars hostel room.
But it was poker money, it was meant to be short lived. When she'd wake up, he would tell her just that and phase two would begin
Lillian Sutorus had gotten used to bending over backwards for everyone. She'd been working her way up from the bottom since she was thirteen. She was now twenty-seven and stumbled upon the most wonderful thing/person that she could have asked for.
Okay maybe that was a stretch. Not THE most wonderful. His attitude left alot to be desired alot of the time and he chose to look like a rock star. That combination for any other being would have spelled trouble when it came to this redhead. Since bedding who she'd wanted had never been a problem.
She gave a soft yawn, scratching her head. "Mmmm..." She sat up and wiped the sleep from her eyes. "I could get used to living like this." She said softly. Already knowing that her genie of sorts was listening nearby.
"and you should" answered Oscar, motionning his body closer to her with an almost inhuman grace. "you only deserve the best" he said, smiling as he walked toward the fridge, dodging a pair of Jimmy Choo and Louboutin as well as La Perla underwears and other designer's brand. There, he found some fresh orange juice was left and poured her a glass he brought to her "you're my Mistress after all" he added, smiling and handing her the glass, flattering her ego.
As soon as she took the glass (I assume, she does) he sat on the bed too, behing her, his hands working on her bare shoulders "still, if you want to keep living the high life, you'll need a more permanent source of revenu." he paused but kept massaging her, he needed to put her in the rith set of mind. Now that he gave her a taste of luxury, he knew she'd do anything to keep enjoying it "I can help you. of course. I will. But you have to think about some kind of work that would keep the money coming less suspisciously than wining every possible poker table or game of chance." He kissed her neck, his hands still on her shoulders and said "I wouldn't recommand anything too public such as a movie star. But producing movies or music would work. Anything is possible Mistress" he said.
She smiled some hearing him answer her. Lily could definitely get used to this. She took the glass from him and kept an eye around him as he worked his way behind her. He listened to what he said and thought about it for a while. She wanted to do something she would enjoy. Not that she didn't like the idea of being a producer of some sort but it just didn't seem to fit her. "I want something where I'll be known." She started simply. "I don't want to just melt in with everyone else." She said letting out a soft moan as he massaged her. She took a long drink to try to stifle her gasps then moved her long redish hair over her shoulder.
"I like photography, not that standard stuff but making things look interesting. Like they do for singers that go over board with there make-up and for some models." She said leaning forward some. "What do you think?"
Oscar needed her to hide somehow. Fame could be a real danger and if her secret was ever exposed, everything would be lost.
Plus, for what he had in mind, how powerful and cruel he wanted to turn her, the demon needed her to be some kind of hidden power.
"Ah, you can choose whatever you fancy... but I would really not advise you to be exposed Mistress." he paused so she could ponder on his words and then said "Imagine people start questionning the nature of our relationship? I can turn myself invisible to them but no one is flawless. There will always be a mistake or someone more clever than his peer investigating your success. Gossips and focused justice could be the end of you. I'll help you in whatever you choose to do but I can only urge you not to be seen from th epublic eyes. To remain in the shadows while pulling the strings so to speak." He paused again, continuing his massage before whispering to he rears "I'm not talking about you simply getting rich. I'm talking about you being so wealthy, you won't see the difference between buying the entire Versace collection and a pack of chewing gum."
She smirked. Oscar knew how to phrase things that was for sure. "I guess being a director wouldn't be that bad. Plus I'd have people bringing me their scripts. I'd just leave it to you to turn it to gold and make everyone love it." She said looking back at him as she stood up. Watching him for a moment and looking him over she asked, "So did you intentionally pick an overly attractive look for yourself or was it luck of the draw?" She'd been wanting to know, just hadn't bothered to ask until now.
Lillian stripped off the little amount of clothing that she still had on and turned on the shower. Part of her hoping that Oscar would join her but the better part of her mind knowing that it seemed against his character.
Oscar laughed at her question "luck has nothing to do with it. What kind of demon would I be if I couldn't guess what humans deeply desire?" he smiled. "I know a bit about your civilization. I just fashionned myself into an archetype. I guess this is why I could make sure people would love your films no matter what."
Watching her go into the bathroom, he waited a little bit and made a call then joined her indeed.
Entering the large shower, naked too, he took the soap and, kissing her, pushed her against the wall of the tube and placed a hand over her breasts, rubbing the soap down on her flat belly. "There'll be a surprise for you when you'll go back to the room" he said.
In fact, he called for a maid from a very expensive salon. He needed her to get used to people serving her and enjoy their submissiveness and her dominion.
This would be the first step. He would use this opportunity to start working on her ego. After some pleasure in the shower though.
She raised a brow slightly as he explained. Her mind continued to wander a bit about his looks and darker personality. He always seemed to have something else in mind and kept her guessing. That was another thing that she was starting to really like about him.
Her eyes widened slightly as Oscar walked in. She wasn't expecting this, part of her hoped that this would be a sign that he was starting to at least be infatuated with her. She let out a soft moan from being pinned against the shower. "Really? She asked with a slight smile. Other than seeing you actually join me in here?" She asked coyly. She took the oppurtunity to see what exactly it was that she was getting herself into. Her eyes slowly taking in his complete appearance.
He had to turn her into a beautiful, cold and ridiculously rich bitch with an hungry heart for power and a passion for humiliation.
Such character didn't come out of the blue. Oscar needed more than a promising subject, he needed to work on her ego and get her accustomed, addicted to people kneeling before her.
Thus her surprise when she'd step out of the shower. The maid from the salon would be the perfect guinea pig.
First thing first though and, right now, it was important to pleasure her in a way she could feel and enjoy being selfish.
She blushed as she watched him caress her body. Sucking in a breath when he'd entered, her cheeks flushed even brighter as he arousal dripped onto his fingers. She let out a soft moan. It was obvious that she was trying to hide it though. She bit her lower lip eyeing him for a bit before closing her eyes. "Do you get any enjoyment out of this?" She asked as she felt herself clench around his fingers. "Or are you just doing this to do it?"
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