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 Posted: Sun Jan 18, 2015 7:09 am
Otto sneered. Well at least he got some information from this horrible predicament. It wasn't just a personal fetish of keeping hunter pets. There was a purpose to it. He wasn't sure if that made this any better. "Humans need to not be trapped in pits and farmed for their emotions." He replied bluntly, arrogantly. He checked his phone for reception. There was a large crack in it from the fall. There was no reception. A way out was not here. The horsemen was his only way out. However, Otto stank at manipulating people. All he could do was be as difficult as possible.
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Posted: Sun Jan 18, 2015 7:28 am
Lurks nodded. "I am not big enough to have a lair, but I will get one and it will be great and wonderful and a happy home for everyone." A deep, vast sigh, and he flopped onto his belly on the ground at the top of the pit, kicking his feet. "You already have all the emotions," the famine horseman pointed out. "I need them to be stronger. I am better, so I can take what I want. That is how it works." Dominance through subjugation. Lurks Beneath was a horseman through and through.
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Posted: Sun Jan 18, 2015 7:39 am
SO he was a puppy Horsemen. Unsurprising. "You're a goddam psycho." Otto replied to Lurks's downtalking with irritation. Every fibre of his being wanted to go home, but not because home was safer. There really wasn't any place he felt comfortable anymore; and it was his own fault. "You think you're so great? You ain't even got your own lair! You're just a baby."
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Posted: Sun Jan 18, 2015 8:00 am
"Thank you!" he chirped, clapping his hands together with a giddy sort of glee. "Well you got caught by me, so what does that make you, Confined one?" Lurks stood, not bothering to dust off the sand. "I will be back later. Maybe you will be nicer, later." His amber eyes glinted oddly, with a serenity that hadn't been there before. "He did not agree very much at first, either. But you will be good, I am sure of it." And then Lurks Beneath was gone, vanished into nothing, his black cloak and wings vanishing from sight, the pendant still dangling from his wrist. The walls were steep and slick stone, and just a hair too wide to effectively use Tenya as a method of pulling himself up. The sun, originally at a high noon, shifted to be less oppressive as a few hours passed. Clouds were building rapidly: there would probably be a flash flood soon. And, still, Otto was alone. bittiface lurks: emotion_kirakira emotion_kirakira emotion_kirakira
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Posted: Sun Jan 18, 2015 8:32 am
This guy was one in a million. He tried not to think to hard about who this 'other' pet had been. He was also amused that Lurks thought Otto would get nicer with time. The joke was on him. In fact, as Lurks left him alone for hours; that small little victory of knowledge kept his spirits up. He'd be sassier, meaner, and even more ornery. Lurks wanted strengthened emotion? He'd get it in spaces. An hour went by. Otto gound himself hopelessly bored. No games to keep him occupied. His backpack had a small stash of candy, which he decided to save just in case. His sketchbook. Wallet. Broken cell. An MP3 player that was low on battery life. Ah yes. The necessities of life indeed. "Maybe if it rains, it'll fill the pit and lift me up." Otto murmured as he lay on the bottom, his gaze softening. A few hours has gone by now. At least around this time the sun was not beating down like a burning flame pillar. The cloud cover was worrisome, but welcome. It was something to look at.
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Posted: Thu Jan 22, 2015 7:49 pm
Lurks returned, pendant swinging around his neck, forgotten. He had a few pouches in one hand, and a bowl in the other. He skittered down the walls, his bony, bandaged feet sliding easily against the smooth rock. "It is time to feed," he announced, pleased, standing in front of Otto with a too-wide smile.
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Posted: Thu Jan 22, 2015 7:54 pm
Otto sat up, watching the creature easily slide down. How did it plan to go back up? Fly? Probably fly. b*****d. "Not sure I wanna eat nuthin' from you. Ain't yer damned pet anyway." Otto sniffed confidently, a possibly false bravado. "Not even hungry."
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Posted: Thu Jan 22, 2015 8:04 pm
His chipper demeanour vanished, swirling into something dark and furious. This horseman was, at best, temperamental, and abhorrently childish at best. "You do not get a choice," Lurks hissed, dropping his things to lunge forwards, fingers seeking to grab Otto by the hair.
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Posted: Thu Jan 22, 2015 8:07 pm
Well the air of aloofness backfired horribly. Otto hissed, his hands coming up to grip at the bony remnants of Lurk's wrists. The stinging tug of his hair made his eyes water on instinct. He managed an unsteady glare at the creature who had Otto's fate in his hands. "I always get a choice." He growled back.
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Posted: Fri Jan 23, 2015 9:14 pm
"That is not true," Lurks hissed, yanking harder, trying to force him to the ground. "You are a human, and will die one day. You do not get that choice. You have to eat, or you will die. You have to do many things, hunter, and you are a liar if you tell me you do not!" The tone, by the end, was a shrill and petulant shriek.
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Posted: Sat Jan 24, 2015 2:53 pm
Otto winced, finding himself forced back to the ground. He did not take kindly to being subjugated by this puppy of a horsemen. He wanted to fight him to his last breath. "I ain't eatin' nuthun' you have to offer. I'd rather starve. Ain't playin' yer damned games, you filthy sack of bones."
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Posted: Sun Jan 25, 2015 4:53 pm
He straddle Otto's back, holding his hair with a firm grip. Lurks' other hand had balled into a bony fist, reaching to get the fallen bowl and water skin in front of them. The pendant dangled in front of Otto, hanging down from the horseman's neck, just within reach if the blond could stretch just enough.
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Posted: Sun Jan 25, 2015 5:02 pm
Freedom was close by. He loathed to find out what Lurk's idea of food was for humans. Otto knew better than to believe allowing himself to give in would be anything but disastrous. He'd been a prisoner before. It had taught him of the mercy of the Horsemen; their wicked and nasty ways. Nightmares for years filling an hour of time passing by. Pain, torture. Never again. Otto struggled to reach for the pendant, wincing as the tug of hair pulled tighter when he moved. It hurt, as if his hair would rip from his head and force him to wear hats forever. Otto willed his strength to hold, ignoring any strain and pain, to rip the pendant from the Horsemen's neck.
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Posted: Sun Jan 25, 2015 5:07 pm
The string holding the pendant was simply made of torn strips of fabric twisted tight, a makeshift chain that had no strength at all. With only a little bit of pressure, it snapped, the pendant safe in Otto's hand. "NO," lurks cried, but it was, perhaps, a bit too late, all Otto had to do now was say those words that would take him back, out of this pit, out of the sand, out of Lurks' grasp, and--
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Posted: Sun Jan 25, 2015 5:13 pm
Otto rolled under Lurks, wedging his foot between them and kicking Lurks away. Or trying to, anyway. Heaven forbid he bring a Horsemen to Deus with him. "DEUS EX MACHINA!" He called out desperately. He'd not get himself into trouble with his loved ones with a trip to the infirmary.
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