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 Posted: Mon Jun 22, 2015 6:01 pm
Wind gave a grin, completely unrepentant as he kissed Aten back, "I'll see you then, Love. Try to find something for her from me at the fair. You know what I'd get for her. Just try to find something that'll make her smile. Distract her for a little while from everything. I'll be honest with her if she needs to know everything, but here, away from everyone else," he said as he trailed a finger lightly over Aten's cheek. After a moment, he gave a soft laugh and shooed his mate away, "Go on! Get ready and go! Do it before I decide to keep you here anyway!" he finally had to say, knowing that he was right about that much, "I'll be just fine here. I'm going to eat then take a nap, then maybe a bath and eat some more," he added a schedule he knew he could keep with ease.
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Posted: Mon Jun 22, 2015 7:01 pm
Wind just gave him a kiss back and waved him off, sending a warm sensation of love through their bond. He behaved with it, though, just sticking with the love and not anything else. Once Aten was gone, he finished eating a good bit then went ahead and took a shower instead of a bath, knowing his wound couldn't handle a bath just yet. Once he was clean, he worked at finishing off the food, fairly surprised he could eat that much but able to understand why he had eaten that much. His body needed it to finish healing and recover from everything. He finally limped into the bedroom and grinned at the mess they'd made of the bed, though he didn't feel bad about it at all. He simply set the bed to rights and crawled into it, pulling a sheet over his hips then settling into a light nap as a few servants entered the sitting room and cleaned up the dishes then left him be.
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Posted: Sat Apr 04, 2020 12:30 pm
Wind's rooms were a mess. Nothing had been cleaned and he'd torn the place up. He'd used his magic to seal up the boy's room permanently. His massive bed was broken and laying at odd angles, the sheets torn to shreds and even the mattress hadn't escaped damage. The sitting room was a disaster as well: the couch and chairs were thrown against the walls and broken, the desk and end tables were splinters, the walls in all the rooms were clawed up and scorched in places. Only the coffee table in the sitting room had escaped damage. But only because the servants had threatened to sick Sebastet on him if he didn't leave that alone so they could at least feed him. They were the only ones he let into the room. Not even his twin sister was allowed. Right now, Wind was laying in the middle of the mess of the bed, curled up as he slept from exhaustion. His knee-length brown hair was a royal mess and his injuries from the torture still hadn't fully healed, though his broken arm and leg had healed thanks to his constant shifting. But he still had cuts, whip marks, and even burns that hadn't fully healed yet. One of the main reasons he was keeping himself away from everyone... Not even his demonic form could heal him, though that one had never really been tamed to begin with. He was able to use the magic, but the form itself was unpredictable. Which was why there were scorch marks on the walls... Today, he'd left breakfast and lunch untouched and that had gotten back to the kitchen, where Wind was one of the favorites. They were all worried about him. He ate unpredictably and his violent rages were just as unpredictable but more frightening....
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Posted: Sun Apr 05, 2020 12:12 am
Egan Savage
Egan approached the castle with the latest delivery of supplies from the village. He had been making the deliveries for a while now, but he noticed a very distinct difference in the air this time. Something felt off. Everyone seemed on edge as he made his way through the castle. He picked up whispers as he navigated the castle, hearing a few details here and there. It seemed like something terrible had happened to Wind. He remembered seeing Wind in the village from time to time. He remembered several times that Wind and a few others had played with the children while in their shifted forms. Wind had always seemed so sweet. He had to force himself to change his train of thought as he remembered how pretty the other male was in human form. It would only distract him.
He made it to the kitchen with the boxes of supplies that he had been carrying and placed them in the usual spot. Before he could leave, he heard more whispering and looked over to see several of the servants discussing something about Wind. He frowned and walked over to the group, taking them all by surprise. "What's going on?" he asked simply. The servants hesitated for a moment and then eventually explained what had happened to Wind. He was shaken at the mention of torture and the murder of Wind's Mate. That explained a lot about. He couldn't imagine the pain of losing a Mate.
He considered what he should do next and eventually decided to help out the servants who were scared and trying to figure out what to do about getting food to Wind. He finally spoke up again as he decided on the course of action he would take. "I'll take it to him. I'm strong enough to take any outburst from him. And maybe I can get him to eat. I can be pretty persuasive." The servants discussed it for a moment and ended up handing him the plate with Wind's dinner.
Egan made his way back through the castle, following the instructions the servant's had given him to reach Wind's room. He knocked on the door and waited a bit for a response. When he didn't get one after a while, he tried the door and found it unlocked. He opened the door and poked his head into the room a bit. He was shocked to find the room completely destroyed, with Wind curled up in the middle of the destroyed bed. He hesitated for a moment and then stepped into the room fully. He took a deep breath and then spoke loudly enough to wake the sleeping male. "Excuse me. I've got your dinner here. And I don't really have many places to put it."
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Posted: Sun Apr 05, 2020 12:26 am
Wind had ignored the knock and the person entering. He was used to hearing the servants by now. They usually left the tray on the coffee table, took the previous tray, then left him alone. Then he heard someone else speaking and sat up in a startled movement that showed his physical condition rather clearly. Especially since he'd given up on clothes for the time being. No use in putting them on when his demon form would tear them off or burn them off... After a moment, he realized what the issue was and simply limped into the sitting room, over to the coffee table and slid the previous two trays off of it, then moved back to the bed and curled back up. Moving hurt. He gave a feline growl as he tried to settle back down, the sound warning Egan off as he'd warned everyone else off. He wasn't the same male Egan had seen before. Now, he was bitter, in pain, and hurting. The sweet male Egan remembered was now a complete mess, and very conflicted between his forms and what they felt. He was also neglecting himself, as well as his rooms. Thankfully, his cat hated being actually dirty and kept making sure that he was clean, even if he hadn't treated his injuries or brushed his hair. He just didn't care right now... It would take something more shocking to him to get a better response from him...
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Posted: Sun Apr 05, 2020 9:32 am
Egan Savage
Egan sucked in a shocked breath when Wind got up after a moment and limped over to the coffee table to simply push the two previous trays off of it. His eyes looked over Wind's body, taking in the various injuries and obvious signs of neglect. He hadn't been prepared for just how terrible of a state he was in.
He heard the growl and frowned again as he realized that Wind was trying to warn him off. He sighed and walked over toward the bed. "I can't just leave it at that," he stated simply. "I promised them that I would make sure you ate when they told me that you've left your other food untouched." He stood over the bed, watching Wind with a frown. He wasn't sure if he could get Wind to eat, but he wanted to try. He didn't know the pain of losing a Mate, but he had experienced more loss than most. He knew how much it could consume someone.
He took a moment to look over the rest of the room again and then shook his head. "I didn't really know you that well before, but seeing you like this does hurt a bit. I remember how you were with the village children. You were always so sweet. It'll break their hearts when they hear about what happened to you. Especially when they find out that you're basically starving yourself. I'd rather not have to tell them that you won't eat." He sat down on the corner of the bed with the tray still in his hand, clearly refusing to leave Wind alone for the moment.
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Posted: Sun Apr 05, 2020 8:15 pm
Wind listened to him without moving for a moment, then gave an annoyed growl over the whole thing. Yet he still waited to sit up, deliberately drawing it out instead of being sensible. Eventually, he gave another growl along with an annoyed sigh and sat up to take the tray and started eating without saying anything. Somehow, he still managed to retain some semblance of manners, but it wasn't anything like he used to do. Still, he ate the stew and bread, and even drank the ale without further complaint. Then he passed the tray back and laid back down. "There... I ate... And 'sweet' didn't do a damned thing to save Aten, or my sister's mate... It certainly didn't save me or Dancer from getting tortured... 'Sweet didn't do a damned thing but cause me more pain... So I don't think 'sweet' does much good..." he growled out, clearly unhappy with the assessment of 'sweet'... And, no, he still wasn't bothering with clothes or bedding. Truthfully, his skin was too sensitive for it right now. So Egan was certainly getting an eyeful of every injury he had. Though he had to admit that the burns hurt the most. There was just something about a burn that just didn't stop hurting, no matter what you did to it, until it simply healed up. And he did have a point... Being sweet hadn't saved him any pain nor had it saved anyone that they'd lost. And he was hurting too much right now to worry about being sweet...
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Posted: Sun Apr 05, 2020 9:03 pm
Egan Savage
Egan had to smile a bit when Wind finally sat up and took the tray from him. He watched him as he ate, deciding not to say anything for the moment out of fear that he might cause him to stop eating. Wind seemed incredibly bitter and spiteful right now, though he could understand why. He knew losing so much and experiencing so much pain could break even the strongest of people, just like it had for Wind.
He took the tray as it was passed back and let out a sigh when he heard what Wind had to say. He really didn't know how to help much with this sort of thing. Honestly, he wasn't even sure why he was still here. Wind clearly didn't want him here. But something was eating away at him. He didn't know why, but he felt like he needed to do something. "You say all of that like being sweet is the worst thing you could ever be," he stated quietly. "No, being sweet didn't save you from all of the pain you experienced. It probably opened you up for more pain, too. But it's part of what made everyone love you as much as they do. I'm not going to claim to know you super well. But from what I've seen and from what I've heard from everyone else I know who met you, you have one of the biggest hearts anyone's ever seen."
He looked Wind over again and shook his head. "I'm going to be honest here. Those children that I mentioned before adore you. A lot of them wait around for you to come around again so that they can spend more time with you. So being sweet and opening yourself up definitely makes you more vulnerable to pain, but it also lets you make so many more bonds with other people. And those bonds matter. I can understand being angry and bitter and spiteful. But fully closing yourself off and becoming completely unrecognizable to the ones who care about you doesn't seem like the right way to go through this. This is when you should be surrounding yourself with loved ones, not closing yourself off and forcing them all away. Nothing can bring back what you lost, but throwing away the bonds you still have will only make you feel worse."
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Posted: Sun Apr 05, 2020 9:17 pm
Wind listened and hated the fact that the thought of the village children pulled at him, made him want to try again. He hated that right now. He didn't want to try. He didn't want to care... After a moment of silence he spoke up again, "Low blow, using the kids like that... My sister's about to lock herself up in the dungeon for her heat, and she's about as hardass as you could get... My only friend is getting the special treatment for his healing over in the demon realm... The only others are the servants here or the villagers, and they mainly want to keep Sebastet happy..." he finished that one a bit unfairly. Not entirely untrue, but unfair nonetheless... Another moment of silence and he shifted just enough to look at him through the mess of his hair, his brown eyes peeking through just enough to be seen, "Why do you really care? And don't use the kids again..." he added, trying to reach for something... In truth, he needed something to pull him out, some reason to try again. He needed something to grab onto to pull his head above the flood that was drowning him, but he was foundering in deep water with nothing to help him. He needed something...
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Posted: Sun Apr 05, 2020 10:06 pm
Egan Savage
Egan couldn't suppress a soft chuckle at Wind's comment about bringing up the children being a low blow. "It seemed like the most likely thing to get through to you," he remarked. He was quiet for a moment as Wind continued speaking, detailing the situations of the people close to him. "I can't really say much about your sister or your friend, but I can talk about the servants and villagers. The people in the village genuinely like you. Trust me. If they were only nice to you to keep Sebastet happy, they wouldn't do much more than politely talk to you while you were there and never spare you a thought. But they let you play with their children. And a few of them sent treats for you with my delivery. They all enjoy your company. And the servants have been worried too. All of them that I passed have been whispering about what they might be able to do to help you. It breaks their hearts to see you like this. The ones that were supposed to deliver your dinner were almost in tears because they were worried that you would starve yourself and couldn't figure out how to make something that you would enjoy again. I don't think they'd go through so much trouble unless they genuinely care about you."
He went silent at Wind's question about why he really cared. He wasn't sure how to answer that question at first. Something about Wind's situation resonated with him, but he couldn't figure out how to say it. He was still trying to explain it to himself. But as he saw Wind's brown eyes peeking through at him, he saw something familiar in those eyes. He finally found his answer.
He took a deep breath and spoke, hoping that his reasons would make sense. "Because I've lost everything, too. My mother died when I was three years old, and I was raised by my aunt. I spent my whole life hiding almost everything about myself from everyone I've ever known because I was told that my psychotic father would hunt me down if anyone learned the truth about me. But he found me anyway. I got home just in time to see him tear my aunt's head off of her shoulders with his bare hands before he came at me. And then he let it slip that he had started poisoning my mother when he found out she was pregnant. I lost control at that point. I beat him to death, but my home ended up catching on fire in the fight. I lost the last of my family and everything meaningful in my home in an instant. All I had left were the people around me who still don't know what I am. But they love and care for me anyway, just like the people here love and care about you. They pulled me from the edge. I figured that you deserved to be pulled from that edge, too."
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Posted: Sun Apr 05, 2020 10:24 pm
Again, Wind listened to him. He wasn't sure why, but something about the male's voice seemed to soothe the pain raging inside of him. He decided that he liked the sound of his voice. But something about his story pulled something else from him that he'd never told anyone. Not even his sister knew... "The clans killed my parents... They weren't supposed to have children... Especially back when the race was at risk from that genocidal order from Lareth's father," he said softly, his eyes going a little distant as he spoke of the Demon King. In truth, he liked Lareth and was glad that the order had been pulled. "I've never told my sister about it... She thinks there was an accident while they were away, but I was told about it. I guess because I was the male offspring, even though I was declared Outcast. I was still their only male issue so they told me what happened. They killed them because of me and my sister, but mostly because of me, because I prefer males to females..." he said softly, thinking that they had at least that one thing in common. Well, sortof... They were essentially orphans... Eventually, his bad leg started cramping up and he had to stretch it out with a pained sound that he swallowed as much as he could. It was easy to see that the leg hadn't healed well from the bad break and the muscles were actually visually so tight that they were jumping around the injury. The bottom of that foot had healed from the burns during one of his shifts, but it was still pink and tender. He tried to breathe through the pain as he tried to get the muscles to release, but it wasn't easy. It probably didn't help that he pretty much just stayed where he was, curled up on the damaged bed, and didn't move much unless he had no choice. And frequently, it was his other forms that made him move around, which accounted for a great deal of the damage to the suite of rooms...
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Posted: Mon Apr 06, 2020 1:44 pm
Egan Savage
Egan was quiet as Wind started to tell him such a personal detail about himself, something that even Wind's own sister didn't know. He thought about what he should say as he processed what Wind had told him. He looked down at the floor for a moment as he debated telling Wind something personal about himself. He had hidden so much of himself from everyone he cared about for decades. But Wind was telling him something that he'd never told anyone before, so Egan felt that he should do the same.
"I have things I've never told anyone, too," he started, his hesitation clear. "Everyone down in the village thinks I'm just a WereWolf. They've thought that for so many years that I lost track of just how long it's been. I spent so long hiding that I'm Demonicus so that my father wouldn't find me that I don't know how to tell them that I lied to them all now that he's dead." He went silent, debating just how much he should share.
He finally let out a sigh after a long moment. "My parents weren't supposed to have children, either. If I'm being honest, I'm pretty sure that the encounter that got my mother pregnant was far from consensual. But after it came out that she was pregnant, he was apparently told that he either had to get rid of the problem by killing her and the child or they would kill both of them. That's why my mother came to the island to live with my aunt. My aunt was in hiding and offered to protect her as well. But I had to grow up without ever being able to reveal my real self to anyone so that he couldn't find us. But it ended up not mattering at all. He still found me, and all the hiding accomplished was making it so that no one would ever really know me." He suddenly chuckled a bit as he considered the last thing he was going to drop on Wind. "I doubt the clans even know that I exist. But even if they did, I would end up Outcast for the exact same reason as you."
He noticed Wind's pained sound and moved a bit closer to examine him more closely. He frowned when he saw the way Wind's leg looked. "Looks like your leg hasn't healed very well yet. And it'll only get worse unless you get it looked at. Will you let me get you to a healer so that you can get it treated properly? Or at least let me get someone in here to check it out?"
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Posted: Mon Apr 06, 2020 2:27 pm
Wind listened to him, appreciating the fact that he'd had to stay hidden and was oddly grateful to find another Dmonicus who wouldn't try to beat the crap out of him or kill him. He understood the need to hide. His mother's family had stayed hidden on the island for a very long time. They'd hidden as a wolf pack, staying in their animal forms as much as possible. Sebastet had hidden them for as long as she could. Until Drage came to the island and fell in love with the Alpha's daughter. The rest was history... So, in a way, Wind's parents had made it safe for Egan to live openly on the island. Although, the clans certainly hadn't told everyone that they didn't have to hide anymore. Why they were still keeping it quiet, Wind didn't know. And, to be honest, he really didn't care much right now. Thanks to the cramp, he missed Egan saying that he prefered the same company as Wind. But when Egan wanted to get a healer, Wind gave a bitter laugh through the pain and shook his head. "You don't understand it yet... They gutted us! We had two healers on the island! Just two! Everyone knew Desha and loved him, he gave his healing freely and openly. Then he found Mao and had Dancer. I remember it. I played with him and helped him with his leopard. Desha healed the body, Dancer healed the soul. "While they were torturing me, they brought in Desha. They broke my leg and forced him to watch when they burned my feet and back, not letting him heal me even though he fought them over it. They removed the curse that made him immortal. I had to watch as all of his years hit him at once and turned him to dust. Then they dumped me in my cell and started in on Dancer. "They killed one of our healers and may have ruined the other one," he said, blurting it out through the pain. It wouldn't have been hard to place them all then. Desha, the silver-haired healer with the feline slitted emerald eyes, so calm in every situation and freely healing everyone that needed it. He'd been there for the birth of most of the village children over the last thousand years or so. Dancer, Wind, and Dev... The three cats that loved to play with the village children with Wind also able to shift into a wolf for them to climb all over. They'd always played an exciting game of cat-tag in the marketplace and entertained everyone with it all. Dancer... Who'd inherited his silver and white hair from his fathers, his green eye from Desha and his blue from Mao. The one that listened to everyone's complaints and helped heal their inner pain, no matter what that pain was. The one that preferred stronger lovers that had no problems with giving him pain with his pleasure. The one that fed alot of the vampires on the island and even helped most of the shifters through their first few shape-shifts. Dev, the weretiger with more tiger-forms than should have been possible. The Gothic prince that preferred his lovers dangerous in any gender. The tiger that loved to have kids taking rides on his back and had no problem 'wrestling' with the children of the were's in the village. All four of them were well-known in the village. But no one knew that Desha had died in the Hunter's attempted attack, thwarted only by the quick action of the island's resident Siren who preferred to live in the village where he had his gem shop and flirted with EVERYONE he saw. Cassius had even made eyes at Egan several times... But no one had been told how bad the damage had been. Cassius had only reported that the islet the Hunters had taken over had been sunk and the captives had been rescued. That was it. The villagers that worked as servants in the castle had spoken of the hurt ones, but not alot of detail had been given out. "Dancer's in the demon realm. He was hurt the worst and needed better care. I pretended as long as I could. Not even Blade knows how bad I was hurt and she doesn't need to know. We don't have a healer available, so it doesn't really matter. If I could keep my shifts stable enough, I might be able to heal the leg at least. But every time I shift form, it goes wrong..." he added, giving a hint as to a large part of his problem...
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