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 Posted: Sun Jan 17, 2016 5:27 pm
It was just a mere few days past when he had laid his cousin to rest and the anger that had settled into his chest was practically seething. Of course things were practically back to normal, his aunt had sent him yet again into Oba on an errand. This time, however, it was to get a specific thing for the memorial. Something that apparently the Obans made better. Gael was none too pleased. With his mood so dark he was sneering at every fire earthling that he passed by and if he bumped into one he growled at them and shoved them to the side.
He didn't care about the possibility that he could be jailed. For all he knew one of these filthy desert dwellers was responsible for his loss. It was just lucky he didn't have a shield that he could go on a rampage with. It certainly had crossed his mind.
Finally, though, he was making it slowly out of the crowd so he would have less of the disgusting race to run into. Or so he hoped. Inside Gael's mind he was repeating the phrase, "just get the stupid thing then get out." so he could somewhat stay focused.
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Posted: Mon Jan 18, 2016 3:41 am
The day started as it often did, mundane and hot however Nera found herself eager pull herself from her bed and begin her personal chores. First she would need to feed herself, dress, grab her whip and head out to her newest favourite location: The Pit. There was something empowering about throwing down coin in exchange for a moment to square off against exotic beasts from every corner of Tendaji. It was what she thirsted for, complete and utter domination of the vicious and wild.
“And what a vicious, wild beast we have here,” Pink-hues narrowed at the scene that played out before her but a faint grin tugged at the corner of Nera’s pouty lips. A Matori with slicked back black hair and a short twisted braid plowed through bystanders that flitted across his path. He was rude, brash, and seriously in need of proper training. Normally Nera didn’t sully herself with such riffraff but there was something in his golden eyes that begged to be broken.
Slender legs, although short in length, propelled the silver-manned Oban across grit-laden pathways effortlessly. Nera would not allow the disrespectful minnow to swim away so easily, he needed to understand he couldn’t just throw a tantrum and expect to not be punished. It wasn’t difficult to outpace the disgruntled youth nor was it problematic to trail behind him and observe his movements. The further he traveled into the city the easier it became to predict his path; he was making a direct line to one of the older Matori-friendly shops in the market district. “Excuse me, sir, I need to speak with you.”
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Posted: Mon Jan 18, 2016 6:05 am
He was unaware that there was someone following along behind him. Gael was too busy being angry. He was almost stomping his feet as he went along toward his destination. In fact when he heard someone speak he didn't realize it was directed at him until a few seconds later. His pace slowed down then finally stopped so that he could turn and face whoever it was that had the nerve to speak to him at the moment. The young Matorian saw that it was an Oban, which didn't surprise him, but it was also a woman. Normally he was kind to females but today.. he wasn't himself. "What do you want you filthy desert dweller?" His tone came out harsh as he addressed Nera. "Can't you see I'm busy?" His arms came up and crossed in front of his chest. Gael felt like this interruption to what he was doing was a complete waste of time. He wasn't in the mood to help another damsel out if that was what she wanted. The idea that he might have started to make it known that he helped oban women out if they were in trouble made his stomach churn.
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Posted: Mon Jan 18, 2016 10:12 am
If Nera was shocked by Gael’s tone she didn’t show it. Instead the lean-figured Oban took to folding her arms over her tiny chest and feint indignant. “And here I called you sir, what was I thinking.” A polished nail rose from somewhere near her hip and pinned against the naturally sullen contour of her mouth, a smirk played at the edges of the young-woman’s expression softening it ever-so-slightly. “I just thought you might like to know most of the Matori stores in the market have closed. They won’t open until later this evening when business will be at its busiest,” A flick of her tongue enunciated each word she threw at the Matori boy in front of her. “I didn’t want you to waste your time.”
Nera withdrew her hand from her lips and with it her honeyed expression. All falsetto evaporated leaving the longhaired youth sucking on the inside of her cheek wearing a scowl of disdain. “You should really think about turning around and apologizing to each and every person you just manhandled. I know your parental units had to teach you some manners before they let you out to swim on your own, tadpole.”
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Posted: Mon Jan 18, 2016 12:17 pm
Despite the woman's expression changing his did not. He was scowling hard at her with a frown that said he could possibly be gritting his teeth. He found it hard to believe this woman just wanted to tell him that the market shops were closed. And even then he wouldn't believe that they were. "Yea right, witch." Came his sharp retort. His temper was flared pretty high when she started talking about him apologizing to those that had gotten in his way. With a snort Gael shook his head then glared at Nera. "I don't think so. Those treacherous Obans deserve to be pushed around." Finally he took his arms off his chest and slowly lowered them to his sides as he took a step closer to her. "That's rich coming from a sand flea. How about you turn around and walk away. I don't have time for you and your self righteous act." Gael had practically gotten in the woman's face as he spoke. It was unlike him to be so hostile but there was just no dowsing the fire that blazed within him, the hatred that seethed.
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Posted: Fri Jan 22, 2016 12:34 am
The moment the hostile Matori drew closer Nera felt her insides quiver. Normally the youth wasn’t one to start fights, she wasn’t the sort that interjected herself into situations needlessly and yet today she couldn’t help but jump at the chance to do just that. “Sand flea,” a chortle escaped her pale lips almost musically as she tossed her head back and uncontrollably began to grin from ear to ear. “Who the actual f_ck do you think you’re talking to? You come into an Oban city looking to bash heads and you expect to just strut around like king of the castle? I am afraid that isn’t how society works, tadpole.” Nera shifted her weight but remained in a neutral stance, one hip jutting outward with her hand loosely cupping the exposed skin. There was no need to incite a brawl right away, the verbal assault tasted nearly as satisfying and it helped her size up her prey.
At Gael’s ‘self-righteous’ remark the girl all but lost her resolve. The way his chest puffed out and the wrath that made his pearly blue complexion fluster ever so slightly left Nera feeling intoxicated, the base of her skull buzzed and a tingle crept down each vertebrae of her spine. He was in her face all but screaming at her. “Oh no sweetheart this isn’t an act, this is a matter of respect and you just don’t seem to be well versed in that topic. Maybe,” The sound that accompanied the Oban woman’s words was that of a swish, deft hands had unfurled a heavy leather whip that had been just at her side and the moment the beast of a man was close enough that she could smell the brine on his skin she flung the throng and fall in his direction aiming at his neck. Practice had made perfect and for that Nera was grateful. The layers of braided leather didn’t crack against the Matori’s skin, she hadn’t wanted that, no, at the distance they were standing she had simply wanted the weapon to wind around his thin neck. Then she yanked and suddenly his world was without air, any fire could be snuffed without oxygen to feed it she was curious to see how long his embers of rage would continue to flare.
“I’m not going to kill you,” she stated with some assurance then yanked on the makeshift noose even harder while she wound the leather across her knuckles to give it even less slack. “I’m going to train you though because that’s what I do to beasts. You’ll thank me one day but for now, just give in and take a dirt nap with us sand fleas.” The Matori she had to admit was strong, he flailed and struggled but the sand under his feet refused to give him the traction he needed to pull away and his fingers couldn’t even begin to undo the whip around his neck, it was oiled with a scented perfume that kept the leather supple yet somehow made the coils adhere to each other, it was sticky and slick all at the same time preventing his grip. Only a few moments past before Gael sank to his knees and found himself swimming in a pool of inky blackness.
Nera knew exactly what she wanted to do with the insolent whelp and with the help of two of the city guards she made quick work of returning home with her new pet. Chains and woven rope restrained him against one of the far walls of her personal bathing chamber; there was everything she could have needed in the subterranean room. The tile floor could easily be cleaned if things became messy, he had water just out of his reach and they were so deep underground no one would ever hear him scream. It was simply perfect. Now all she had to do was wait for him to wake up and his training would begin.
Heras Box I hope all of that was okay, if not, let me know and I will edit it so that it works for you
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Posted: Mon Jan 25, 2016 2:55 pm
"I'm not going to kill you." He heard those words but couldn't believe them. Sadly he wouldn't get anything done or said before his world faded and all conscious thought stopped. As his mind slowly came back to him he felt strange. Gael felt his muscles tense as they checked for injuries. He was even sure that his body and mind were working to make sure he was alive long before he even thought to. Then his spacial awareness returned and that was when the young matorian knew he was being held by chains and the floor was cold. It was a temperature that he soon mimicked. Had he been taken as a slave? That had been outlawed! Forcing his mind fully out of the fog of unconsciousness he opened his eyes. It took a moment to focus on what was before him. Grunting he shifted and moved his head to look around. "Where..?" Gael didn't finish that question. He didn't think he'd get an answer to it anyways.
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Posted: Sat Jan 30, 2016 7:19 am
Nera couldn’t help but smirk silently; the boy stirred against his chains and gracelessly threw his glance around his new home. The slag-jawed expression on his face amused the pale-complexioned Oban to no end however she realized that she would have cue him in on what was happening if she wanted to get anywhere with him. “Relax guppy. I’m not going to kill you,” she repeated in hopes it would help her prey unwind some. Really, she didn’t expect the rude Matori to roll over at the snap of her fingertips but it was worth a shot. “You’re home now minnow.” Sleek legs pushed away from the steps that served as her perch before ambling over to her new plaything. “I’m going to train you--- until you bleed humility.”
Slender fingertips pushed stray locks of Gael’s hair from his eyes, Nera enjoyed the coarse sensation grading along her skin. She would change that though, she was going to beat manners into him, groom him into a warrior and give him silky soft locks before releasing her fish back into the stream she found him in. “Where should we start? Maybe scrubbing that stink off of you… yes I think that is a good place to begin then we can discuss your meal plan, I want to bulk you up. Make you nice and strong but like all beasts food should be a reward. I am going to make you work for it.”
The room was several miles underground and carved out of solid stone, no one would be able to hear the pair and Nera counted on that fact. A hose connected to the spout of her personal bath acted as a sprayer of sorts, testing the pressure against her own palm the lean-figured woman then turned her attention on Gael. At full blast the icy water began to turn warm as it pelted into the groggy captive.
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Posted: Wed Feb 03, 2016 6:10 am
There it was again. That same voice and words. "I'm not going to kill you." Gael brought his eyes directly to Nera. The glare that took place just oozed hate. He wasn't exactly pleased to see her there. Nor did he liked that he was in chains. For now he kept quiet, fuming at the pet names she seemed to think were perfect for him. When she started to get closer he though about snatching her and wrapping his chains around her pretty neck. Then a scoff came from him. "Train me? As if a petite sand flea could!" His words came out quick and he practically spat at her. Though it wasn't until she had her hand in his hair that he moved. Gael tried to lunge at her and do as he had thought about. He wanted to see the chains that held him slowly strangle the life out of Nera. Sadly, the filthy Oban had thought of that and took measures. His chains didn't quite let him reach. All of his force was suddenly stopped short at the end of his rope, so to speak. A fact that annoyed him and made him growl as he pulled and flexed against the restraints. "Why not take these chains off me and try to train me on equal footing? Afraid I'll win, Flea?" He taunted her. Or tried to. Then he felt the onslaught of water. It was cold at first, but no colder than the floor had been. Still he turned his head away and waited for Nera to be finished giving him a shower. "Seems to me like you're the slave here. Giving me a bath and going to work out my menu." Gael called out over the spray of water. Speaking had given the liquid access to his mouth so the Matorian ended up spitting some out when he was finished and he glared at Nera from the corner of his eye. All the while he worked his wrists, hoping the wetness would give him enough lubrication to slip his hands out.
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Posted: Tue May 03, 2016 11:44 pm
Pink hues studied each movement the dull tadpole made, both in action and his verbal volley. He was snarky that was certain but his quips lacked a cutting edge and his muscles though lean and fit with youth held little raw power or at least the stamina to demonstrate such strength. “I don’t believe you understand how training works,” the noble woman gleefully hummed as she raked thin digits through his gritty mane, hints of sand lingered in his soaked messy hair. Gael continued to squirm against his restraints but Nera held no fear, he wouldn’t be escaping from his bondage even with the aid of lubrication and strained effort. Scented cleanser foamed the moment the thin-figured beast charmer applied it to the surgeon’s mane. Floral notes with undertones of citrus and fruits washed away the dank salty brine of the waters that her guppy once called home, now the only reminder he would have of his people would be the melancholic blue of his own reflection.
A smirk played at Nera’s pouty lips as her painted nails continued to rake over Gael’s sudsy scalp, she took no precautions of keeping the soap from her ward’s eyes and chuckled with a twisted mirth when he hissed or showed any sign of discomfort. “You know,” Nera began, her voice even and somewhat sedated. “I’m not afraid of you, we were never equals. You are my lesser but with time I can show you how to be strong, in the real way. Until then,” she paused for just a brief moment before yanking the young man’s hair roughly backwards and made a show of leaning close enough so that she could whisper against the fin on the side of his head. “It would serve you well to remember that it is by my will alone that you survive this encounter, best you do not forget that, boy.”
Slender fingertips relinquished their grip from Gael’s hair combing the fine tresses straight. Nera couldn’t help but sneer at the slave comment the loose tongued whelp hurled at her, if he wanted to keep lobbing rude remarks at her she would give him something to occupy that nasty mouth of his.
Heras Box Sorry it took me five-million years to reply to you... with Scar moving in and my degrading heath plus work, gaia had to take a back burner. Forgive me?
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Posted: Fri May 06, 2016 5:56 am
He had thought the barrage of water would have been it but he was wrong. The Oban woman took to scrubbing at his hair. Not something he was impressed with and the scent was girly as well. Gael grunted when some of the suds got into his eye not that his hostess seemed to care. With one eye closed against the soap he watched Nera as she got closer to him to speak as she held him prisoner by his hair. Since she was so close to him he did his best to turn his head so that he could look at her better. "Someone must have done a number on you to make you so bitter, Woman." Though he said the words he wasn't quite sure if he was angry at her and trying to be spiteful or if he was curious what happened to her. Once his hand was released he turned his head away from her and waited for the inevitable. She'd have to splash him again to get the soap out of his hair. Gael wanted to fight but it was useless. He was tied down pretty well and even though he could throw verbal jabs at her all day she could do physical harm. So instead he grumbled and gritted his teeth.
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Posted: Fri May 06, 2016 7:43 am
It had been ages, literally several years since she had been in the war march and yet every memory still felt searing hot at the forefront of her psyche. It wasn’t the words the chained Matorian said that staggered her rather the tone in which he offered the question. Nera could feel the razor edge of his remark yet it wasn’t spat with maliciousness instead it filled the air with something akin to genuine inquisitiveness. Before she could cease her actions the white-haired Oban found her face tugged into a scowl of utter contempt, nostrils flared, teeth gnashed and bared towards the boy. More than anything Nera simply wanted to lash out at Gael for his impudence yet she stayed her impulses, instead she brought the hose back down on him aiming the jet of warm water at his face and hair.
“Someone did.” She stated, her voice lacking the subtle hoity arrogance it normally carried in its lilt. “But this isn’t about hatred. This is about respect and power. You disrespected me, you thought yourself better than I and for that you have to learn your place. I am not implying it is at my feet, I don’t want you to grovel or beg. I saw a strength in your eyes, untapped potential that is rotting away at your core because you choose to wear rage like a shield,” Nera paused the onslaught of water as she spoke, slim broad-shoulders sagged for just a moment revealing how weary the masculine noble was. “You need to learn that everyone deserves respect. Your enemies, your loved-ones, and especially yourself. Right now you are just a beast lashing out against its cage. Mindless. Once you learn to tame the monster inside, you will be free to go. But I don’t believe you are willing to comply to my teaching methods just yet. In time though--- you will thank me.”
Turning herself sideways Nera shut off the valve that controlled the waterspout then lowered herself so that she sank into the heated tub that was just a few feet away from where Gael was chained against the wall. “We still need to feed you but I think that can wait until tomorrow. Maybe I could have some live eels released in the chamber you are standing in, have you show me what skills you possess. Or perhaps there are other ways to make you earn your meal?” Silvery-white tresses floated on the surface of the water behind the young Oban as she reclined fully on the ledge of the water source. The built in tub was even with the ground-level and all too elegantly designed. It wordlessly spoke of fortune, nobility, and power. Pink hues stared at Gael from a screen of silky white, each breath he took was noticed by his captor, the way his lean muscles strained and bulged in various directions testing his bonds. When he ceased Nera smiled, the grin was lopsided and amused.
“Does my pet like meat or does he prefer vegetables and grains?”
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Posted: Fri May 06, 2016 9:05 am
The water hit and even though he thought he had been prepared for it Gael coughed. It had invaded his airways and was causing his body to react trying to dispel it. However, he still heard what Nera said. Someone had done something to her. Even if she was a filthy Oban, even if she was treating him like a slave, even if she hurt him.. she was still a woman. No one should do such a thing to a woman. When the water stopped he was still looking to the side but now he was breathing rather hard trying to keep his airways open. The fin on the side of his head closest to her gave a twitch when she said he was wearing his anger like a shield. Of course he was! Gael had lost someone close! If he didn't use that anger to keep him cut off from others then he'd be a wreck. So he turned his head to look at Nera once more. This time that fire in his eyes was back and he was glaring with everything he had. In another instant he was pulling at his chains and stressing his muscles to their limits. "Damn right I am angry! I'm pissed off at the world! I lost my cousin! Varuna had never done anything to anyone and yet she died!" Mostly to expel energy he yanked at those chains again and shouted. "Hell I'll even be angry for you!" When his muscles could do nothing more he sank back and relaxed them, though they spasmed a bit. "There isn't much else I can do other than be angry." He seemed resigned at that point. When she commented about what he ate he leaned back against the wall. "Both." Gael let his head rest but he kept his eyes on Nera the whole time.
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Posted: Fri May 06, 2016 10:23 am
Lips pursed just for a moment when Gael roared back to life. There it was, that had to be the reason why he was so wrathful. The more the young man strained against his chains the more his muscles rippled underneath his taunt blue flesh. He wasn’t anything spectacular to look at, gangly, drab, absolutely nothing remarkable whatsoever about his appearance yet Nera still appraised his physique the more he presented it.
“I am sorry for your loss,” Sincerity cemented her words and for just a brief moment Nera strummed her bottom lip with her thumb as if deliberating over the situation at hand. Instead she skirted around whatever thought had presented itself to her and propped herself up on her elbows so that she could meet Gael’s heated glare. “Tell me about them… your cousin. The two of you were close weren’t you? Perhaps if you talk about your cousin it will quell your anger some. You shouldn’t allow the loss of a loved one taint you. Your cousin would be upset with you right now if they knew how angry you were, wouldn’t they?” Gael had opened up, ever so slightly but in his verbal assault he had given Nera a handhold to work with. His dinner could wait until she saw how he reacted to her gentle prodding. Truly it was sad that he had lost someone but he could use that loss to better himself. She would make sure of that even if he fought her the entire way.
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Posted: Fri May 06, 2016 3:31 pm
Sitting there as he was he listened to Nera speak. He wasn't sure if he wanted to tell an Oban about Varuna. His precious cousin that had been more like a sibling than anything. But at the same time he wanted someone else, someone other than family to know about her; Remember her. Gael turned his head away and stared at the far wall for a time. It was an internal battle with him. "You're an Oban and I shouldn't tell you a damned thing about my family.." His words lacked his hate and he glanced toward her. Another second and he returned his head to a straight forward position so that he could meet Nera's gaze. "But you are a woman.. Which caused him even more struggled inwardly. After a pause he sighed. "... and Varuna would have liked you." A mirthless laugh left him and he rolled his eyes at the thought. "She liked strong women. Thought they were heroes." Reaching up, and rattling his chains, he pushed his soaked hair out of his face. "Varuna, Janoii and I were close. When she died.. Janoii stopped smiling. He lost his sister and I lost both cousins." An unfair trade and one of the many reasons for his anger at the world. Moving so that his legs were drawn up he draped his arms over his knees and let his hands dangle. Staring at the lighter shade of his palms he seemed to be thinking about something. "Varuna was the light of the family. She could make anyone smile for any reason." Needing something to do since he now felt vulnerable to Nera he started picking at his fingernails. That was were all of his attention went so he didn't have to look at her.
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