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 Posted: Wed Aug 12, 2009 3:55 pm
Shai wandered the bit of trees the queen had chosen as the Pride's temporary home, where they waited for everyone to return and a new den to be found.
She felt... restless. It was the only word she could put to it, if she even thought about it. More, it was an itch inside of her, making her need to move, to wander... to search. For what, she wasn't sure. If she only recognized it, she'd have seen that her last litter of cubs was growing up, beyond the need for adult care. Like all lionesses, she felt the biological pull, but unlike most, she was more a slave to the urges of her body, more in tune with it. Thus, when it came time, the insane lioness went wandering, looking to fill the need she felt.
This time though... things were too uncertain for the pride. Even in her state, Shai didn't feel comfortable going too far from the darkness and safety of the others. This pride had spawned her, had made her... And a deep instinct in her told Shaitani that she would die if she ever left it.
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Posted: Sat Aug 15, 2009 1:34 am
Sighing lightly he caught sight of the blood red lioness. She was always a bit, well strange to him, his mother had encouraged him to look upon her as what she was, insane, though she had her moments of complete clarity she was a nutcase. His 'step siblings' had all come from her womb and most of them were fine, apparently, for the experience of it, but a few of them were definitely a few bananas short of a complete bunch.
Still, he could always be civil to the crazed lioness, she never did him any harm really. "Shaitani." He called, standing tall and smiling toothily, he sometimes forgot that he was an adult now and soon enough he would take the place as king of the pride, his mother had told him so, things had changed and he would rule. He often forgot this little detail, the same way he forgot what Sheitani was.
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Posted: Fri Aug 21, 2009 11:54 pm
Shai started when she heard her name called, pulled out of her muddled state to full alertness, such as she only got when hunting or threatened.
Someone... knew her name. And someone... wanted her attention.
Frozen in place, she placed her paw back to the ground and turned slowly to face the caller, red eyes wide and staring in her masked face. Ears back against her head, she panted softly through parted jaws, seemingly torn between turning and fleeing, and staying to meet the price her eyes now rested on. For a moment, she blinked at him, some memory pulling at her.
It happened often it seemed... some dark lion would trigger memories of her beloved Drakkul... the one who had made her what she was. Her King and lover, her perfect world... Moses had been the first since Drakkul's death, but he had no interest in letting her attach herself to him. Plaything of the last king she might have been, but the current one was much too devoted to his queen to take advantage of Shai's slave-like devotion. The link had faded, leaving Shai at loose ends that got her into trouble quite often. Her two litters of cubs were proof enough of that, her strange haunting of the pridal lands another.
This male, though... he reminded her strongly of her lost beloved. He was dark, for one thing, and his eyes a lovely red. That was pretty much were the resemblance stopped, but to a mind as broken as Shai's, it was enough to send her groveling toward him. She crept down onto her stomach and crawled in the dirt till she lay at his feet, willing like a playful cub as she crooned.
"Master called Shai? Unworthy, lowly worm of a lioness... your servant is listening." She mewed, trying to ingratiate herself with him as she so often had with the king, to the point that it had become part of her.
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Posted: Sat Aug 22, 2009 12:08 am
Asanbosam looked down at the groveling female. She was much older than him, he remembered her as a cub hanging around occasionally taking an order from his mother. Elders were supposed to be respected, but how could he respect this? A smirk lifted his maw though as she spoke to him. She was a servant, his father had told him that Shai had been a part of the old harem, a harem his father never used, he raised a brow and put a paw to Sheitani's chin tilting her head up and looking down in to her crazy red eyes.
"Do you know who I am Sheitani?" He whispered in dulcet tones, his small rounded ears peering out through his thick and silky mane. He was quite impressed that he warranted such a response from the mad lioness, he had seen her bow and cower sure but such reverence, it made him feel a hundred feet tall. A king, the future king. Puffing out his chest he chuckles slightly, how odd that she would open such feelings for him.
"Theres a good little creature." He purrs nipping one of her ears "have you been a good girl? Obeying my mother like a good little beast?"
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Posted: Wed Aug 26, 2009 10:40 pm
With the first touch of his paw, Shai was lost, her red eyes going unfocused as she whined and whimpered, squirming more. She never pulled back from him, might even be said to lean into it, her ears pressed back against her skull.
It had been so long... No one had cared to treat her how she was used to. She'd been nothing more than a toy for her king... a broken toy, but still a toy to be played with and left behind when done for the moment. It could be said she craved it now that it was gone, and here he was... offering her a shadow of what had been the pillar of stability in her old life. Even if she couldn't remember it.
"Master!" She replied eagerly to his question. "Drakkul..." That... didn't seem right though. He wasn't the same... and yet, that was always the name that had been synonymous with lord and master. But... it didn't feel like -his- name.
She whimpered as he nipped her, cowering a little. "Yes! Shai has been a good little servant... jump when Valkol says to, run when she says to... Everything asked, Shaitani does!" She struggled to prove her worthiness, despite the fact that if asked, she would always deny being worthy of anything, no matter what prompted it.
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Posted: Tue Sep 01, 2009 10:24 am
(( moved to AIM ))
The nearly all black male looked down at the bloody female, she was insane, insane he told himself, yet her cowering, her humble looks, her cowering made him feel powerful. Drakkul? He had briefly heard the name before, an old lord that meant to much to the crazy ex harem girl.
"That is good Sheitani, very good, you're a good little thing arn't you hmm? You'll do what I say yes?" He smirks nudging the pale femme quite roughly. He faintly knew that Sheitani had to be treated with a heavy paw to make sure that she paid attention, that she did as she was told.
"Come with me." He whispers a rough growl in his voice. Where he was taking her he wasn't really sure but he wanted her to come with him, he wanted to see what harem girl could do, he was ever so curious. "What did your Drakkul used to do with you Sheitani?" he rumbles, a smirk on his lips. "What will the little creature do for me?"
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Posted: Tue Sep 01, 2009 10:25 am
Shai squirmed as he nudged her, bending under it in complete submission. If her cowering ways made him happy, then it would make her happy to do it. Especially, just being owned again would be a huge change for the better in her life. Half of her randomness came just from being at loose ends, without anyone to control her. A relationship like this... could be useful to both of them. If nothing more, Asan would have a devoted servant, even if she took some prodding to do what she was supposed to.
"Yes, Master!" She crooned as she wiggled, a smile splitting her face. "Yes! Do what Master says. Shai will be a good little toy!" She was nearly breathless with happiness, with the joy of being taken care of again.
When he told her to, she leapt to her paws instantly, though she still cowered back in the proper place for a slave, slightly behind and to the side of her master. "Do with me?" She asked, confusion finally winning out over groveling. Her face crumpled in thought, the struggled obvious. Shaitani seemed almost unaware that she was speaking as she struggled to make her mind work. "Shai is a toy... she is used and abused and set aside... Master does whatever he pleases and Shai tries to be a good toy. Shai will bleed for her master, dance for him, offer herself to him..." Her face suddenly lit up as she smiled radiantly. "Shai will cry and beg for her master, if he wishes it." Digging into Shai's past was a difficult thing, but it was obvious that her old master had done things to her that no sane lion could have suffered through... though its unclear if her insanity was a cause or an effect of her treatment.
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Posted: Tue Sep 01, 2009 11:03 am
Asan listened, abuse, used as a toy? He wasn't sure he could go that far, though the idea of using her and casting her aside almost appealed to him. No strings, just a bit of fun.
He smirks and turns on Shai quickly, flashing his fangs, leaning close to her he brushes his sharp teeth along her fur "you will bleed for me Shaitani? I will drink from you and you will come with me little pet." He smirks, his deep red eyes flashing, he was getting more and more excited, more power hungry, more desperate to take Shai to himself, to take her as his little toy, just to try, to own the harem, to use it, if only for an evening.
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Posted: Tue Sep 01, 2009 12:51 pm
The pale lioness squeaked when he ubruptly turned on her, cowering down as she layed her ears back and lowered her body. She didn't pull away though, just shook all over with fear and a strange kind of desire. Its was the last many months had never happened, like she had never lost her beloved Drakkul...
"Yes master!" She whimpered to answer him. "Shaitani lives only to please you!" The lioness was near babbling now, utterly in the sub-servant role that hadn't surfaced in so long. She had many faces, but few ever saw this one. Only a privileged few, numbering two so far.
Whatever restlessness she had been feeling seemed to have disappeared, leaving her only with eager attentiveness to Asanbosam. Never mind that she was older than his mother, maybe enough old enough to be his grandmother. Shai was timeless in her insanity, her body so thin and ill-kept that it was impossible to guess at her age. She was as much a part of what made the Coven what it was as the goddess of blood, the darkness of night, and the sheltering leaves of the jungle. For herself, at least, it was hard to Imagine Shaitani as an actual lioness and not some thing that just happened to look and move like one.
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Posted: Tue Sep 01, 2009 1:18 pm
Asan's deep blood red eyes widened a little, the need to bite Shai flowed through hie veins and without another moments hesitation the dark male pierced her neck and took a long slow drink. He didn;t take much, just a taste of what, of who she was. He knew her age, he knew she was mad, but her taste could only reveal more of her.
Pulling away from her he groomed the spot he had supped from, cleaning the two puncture marks. "Good little beast, good little servant." He whispers cupping her chin with his claws, his eyes flashing hungrily, for more than her blood now, he wanted her, despite her age, despite what she was in the pride, despite her raving madness, he wanted her and why shouldn't he? She was after all a harem female and he was to be the lord of the pride. She belonged to him, he could do as he pleased with her.
"Anything pale one?" He rumbled, licking his teeth and lips of the last of her blood.
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Posted: Tue Sep 01, 2009 1:20 pm
She let out a sharp little cry when he bit her, but again, she didn't struggle or resist. It wasn't in her conditioning, to do so. After all, drinking from her had been the least of the things Drakkul had done. It was rather quite tame, but after so long without... it was a startling feeling, to play at being a blood-binder for another as she once had.
Shai went limp for a long while, till he'd released her throat and licked the wound clean. Even then, she was groggy and droopy eyed when she roused herself, some sense of self preservation making her pliable and easy to command. She would do as she was told, and never question the orders. What she wanted hardly mattered, really... she would always want exactly what he did, and the taking of her blood had ensured it. She was as bonded to him now as she had been to her former king, and with this one right before her eyes, memories of the first were fading and hard to grasp. There was only the here and now, and only him, as far as she could grasp.
Asan, whether he had meant to or now, now had a slave of his very own, one unable to do anything but obey him and fill his every desire. He provided everything she had lacked since the death of the first king, and well-learned instincts would keep her from even so much as straying to spend time with another male. She knew nothing else, and wouldn't either. "Yes, Master." She said, almost sleepily, her voice a whimper.
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Posted: Tue Sep 01, 2009 1:39 pm
"This way then little pet." He whispers nudging her to her paws as he walked away from her, his tail held at a jaunty angle, his blood red eyes smiling. He could almost feel the change in her feelings for him and he liked it, he liked that he had someone devoted to him, dependent upon him in a way that didn't involve running the pride.
"Come Shaitani, I'll make sure you're safe." He growls slipping in to the shadows, his confidence high, his blood boiling and the deep, carnal want for something more.
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Posted: Tue Sep 01, 2009 1:40 pm
Her eyes shining with something akin to worship, Shaitani followed on his heels like a puppy, happily eager to do anything for her master.
It was hard to say what this sudden change in the pride would do, if anything. The heir had a mistress, one proven fertile enough to bear cubs. He had no wife, but should he, she would have to deal with a lioness who was fanatically, insanely devoted to her master, and would have only marginal respected and veiled hostility towards any female he associated with. Afritti, the queen, would surely not care for the demented creature to be attached to her son, and who knows what Moses would think? And when cubs came of this twisted relationship? Even their future was uncertain, and only partly because of Shai and her instability regarding cubs.
None of that crossed her broken and twisted mind, though. All she cared about was following her beloved into the darkness and whatever plans he had thought up for them.
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