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(( Er, Logan~ Let's just say that each day that went by. The twins matured from infants to almost out of toddlers. Neh? ^^ ))

"Yes..I'm just abit worried, though," Caine replied, a serious, yet wary tone settled in his throat, idly rotating the crystalline, wine glass before taking a sip from the delectable, temptatious nectar that left imprints of fruit on his tongue. "Tempest..Doesn't seem himself, Logan...Be careful," The Prince cautioned, his gaze cast downward at the floor whilst a hand emmited to the pockets of his light-grey suit. "I think the kids, might be abit reckless, now.."

((sounds about right for demonettes, they can't afford to be helpless babes for extended periods))

Logan looked over, twirling hsi own untasted wine in his glass. "I'm trying. It's not quite so easy to curb the protective nature of some of our boys. The reason we have them to look after the boys is because they're protective, but it's now always easy for them to know when to stand down because of that." He looked away, biting his lip. "Mutt threatened Tempest, and Tempest didn't take it too well."

Tempest reached back and grabbed a riding crop, then strode forward. He brought the crop up and slapped it across Daemon's mouth. "Don't you ever speak to me like that again. In fact, don't speak unless I give you permission, beast demon!"

Daemon fell to his knees with the force of the impact and he held his now bloody mouth in his hands. He looked up at Tempest, trembling slightly and his fear came back, renewed ten fold. He trembled more, his ears flattening onto his head and his tail tucking between his legs. But then the anger began to bubble up...He glared at Tempest and came very close to trying to attack him for the thousandth time when he remembered the children. The children were why he was doing this..he couldn't attack. Daemon crouched, with his fist frozen in mid blow.

"I don't like the way he looks at them. It's not malice or threat." Logan tilted his head to watch Caine, his hair half covering his face. "It's ownership, Inarian. Why does he look at them like that?"

Tempest kept his eyes fixed on Daemon, narrowed to intense slits. "A proper slave obeys, he doesn't fight. You're still angry, and do you know why? Because you haven't accepted your place in life. Tell me what your reason for being is, boy. Acknowledge your worth."

"My worth!?" He stood up and glared at Tempest. "You want to know what my worth is!? Well it doesn't ******** matter what I tell you because to you my worth is whatever you ******** want it to be, Master!" He yelled, tears forming in his eyes. It was a touchy subject for him...his worth....what had Evan said about his worth...?

The day was cool and bright as autumn began to settle upon the world. Two men sat beneath a colorful tree, one resting his head in the other's lap. "Evan?" Daemon asked, looking up at the man whom he loved so dearly. "Yes, sweetie?" Daemon looked down and played with a fallen red leaf before continuing, letting Evan play with his then black hair. One of his panther ears twitched a bit in the cool wind. Evan waited patiently, blinking his soft brown eyes and pushing his own silver hair behind his ears. "Evan...what decides my worth....?" "Your worth?" Evan repeated in that soft, caring tone. Daemon waited, knowing Evan would answer when he found the right words. Silence reigned for a bit before Evan responded. "Your worth is..."

Daemon refused to remember any more.

Daemon's eyes widened and he looked at the floor, choking back the tears. Now was not the time. He hesitated, and then spoke, his voice just barely above a whisper. "My reason for being.....is to serve my master....to every degree...." Daemon's ears flattened on his head and his tail went completely still. He wouldn't meet Tempest's eyes. "My worth....my worth is nothing more or less than what my master decides it is..." The words hurt...they hurt deeply. This was no longer just for the children....he bent down and picked up the collar and wristbands and put them on, trying to bite back his tears as he did so.

Caine's ethereal, golden-yellow orbs glistened over in tears silently, his silvery blonde hair mingling with Logan's own chocolatey, brown locks, kissing him to the extent that he almost sobbed in sympathy at how miserable Logan had came to be. "Why..? Why can't we just simply...live happily smiling..in this world of ours..?" The kitsune's heart ached with each syllable that he spilled out into the open for his mate to listen in to as he pondered back at those questioning eyes of the ocean, pulling himself into the comforting warmth of the mermaid not caring for who saw or that matter of his expensive, dry-cleaned suit. The thought that did count at the moment was just Logan being there, as proof that Caine would never fall prey to loss, loneliness, and fear for atleast a moment or two so he could remain to love those special to him.