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 Posted: Wed May 30, 2018 1:42 pm
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«Lokeah»
Captured||Trickster God||Wanna Play?
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This was problematic for the trickster god. Not only was he weak now, but he had just done something he was beginning to regret. Lokeah didn’t know how to act, how to respond, to this man in front of him that wished to have control over his actions and words. So on impulse he spoke, and this seemed to be a trend when he was in this sort of ******** you, I’m making my own future.” He growled again, his ears pressed back while he eyed the slender male who stood up on some unseen command. “Your little dog can try to hurt me, but I don’t fear you. You’re powerless without your puppets.”
A bold statement indeed for one who was essentially trapped. Yet Lokeah didn’t want to think about this now, he’d made his decision that his best course of action was to try and make an escape before St.Vier could call one of those black creatures, and he’d determined that at the moment he had no reason to fear Anselm either. He didn’t know what either male could do or what kind of creature they were, so his assumptions were hasty.
Lokeah spun as soon as his statement was finished, a tad slower than the more agile body of the fox, yet he managed and leaped towards the door and perhaps even out to the hall if nothing stopped him. An illusion to mask his intended direction would have been ideal, but he knew it was better saved in the case it became more useful in the escape… if he could somehow muster up another but smaller shift. He was too weak to waste his energy again.
I don’t want to be here, I don’t want to be owned. Why is this happening to me? Those were his last thoughts before his mind became clouded and terrified, with no focus other than the need to find his way out.
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Who are you?: St.Vier, Anselm
Where: Apostolic Vestibule
Mood: Defiant, scared, exhausted
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Posted: Sat Jun 09, 2018 10:14 am
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••• St. × Vier 
Anger flitted through St. Vier’s face, but it was more at Lokeah’s tone than the accusation that he was weak.
”I’m sure I’m no match for you, Lokeah. Many of my slaves are stronger than me; they’re meant for far more—physical lives than mine, after all.”
Because he could, because Anselm was right there, taunted Lokeah by rubbing his hand along one muscular shoulder, scratching at the fur there.
”You have your strengths—in your person, in this wonderful body you have—“ He withdrew somewhat, holding himself up over the other on lithe arms, adrenaline pumping through him. He trusted Anselm’s speed in coming to his aid if necessary, but in this proximity it was unclear if even an angel could interfere before a heavy tiger paw moved to take his face off. St. Vier shivered once, but it wasn’t a fear reaction; quite the opposite. It took quite a lot to stimulate him on a personal, non-professional level, outside of his ever-shifting faith, but even he couldn’t ignore—had to attend to—the possibility of grievous bodily harm.
And then Lokeah twisted off the bed, his sizable body moving quickly toward the door, not at all the attack he had halfway been expecting, waiting for.
"Anselm!” he called, the order clearly implied.
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Gold_Star_For_Robot_Boy Crew
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Posted: Wed Jun 13, 2018 12:07 am
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·.·•✧•·.·•✧•  •✧•·.·•✧•·.·The love is lost
Beauty and light
Have vanished from garden of delight •÷±‡±±‡±÷•÷±‡±±‡±÷•÷±‡±±‡±÷•÷±‡±±‡±÷•÷±‡±±‡±÷•÷±‡±±‡±÷•÷±‡±±‡±÷•÷±‡±±‡±÷•Anselm watched with baited breath as St. Vier moved ever closer to the raging cat before them, worry in his eyes. However he also new that St. Vier had his reasons for what he was doing but there was now way he would stand by if Lokeah proved to be dangerous. As these thoughts went through his head he continued to watch the male, but what happened was definitely not what he expected. He watched in confusion as the male turned tail and ran rather than attacking. Though his confusion didn't last long as moments later St. Vier shouted his name and nodded in understanding as he spoke, "Yes father." As soon as the words left his mouth Anselm was on the move, blocking the tiger's only escape as he glared at him, his worry now replaced with anger as his green eyes flashed in what little light there was. "So you have the gall to insult my master and then run, you're disgusting. I refuse to let someone as low as you treat him so deplorably," Anselm growled, his whole demeanor completely different than before as an aura of darkness surrounded him, a pitch black pendulum appearing in his hand. "Now face your punishment," Anselm stated, his voice almost commanding as he spoke. At his last words Anselm moved the pendulum up and several strands of darkness rushed forth like ribbons, moving to wrap around Lokeah and pin him in place.•÷±‡±±‡±÷•÷±‡±±‡±÷•÷±‡±±‡±÷•÷±‡±±‡±÷•÷±‡±±‡±÷•÷±‡±±‡±÷•÷±‡±±‡±÷•÷±‡±±‡±÷•The dreams are gone
Midnight has come
The darkness is our new kingdom Find me if you wish: St Vier's ChambersLet's move on: Lokeah and St. VierNothing fancy: outfit in picturesSuccumb to the sounds: nothing at the moment
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Posted: Wed Jun 13, 2018 1:56 pm
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«Lokeah»
Captured||Trickster God||Wanna Play?
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It was questionable what might have been going through the terrified tigers mind as he dashed for the doorway. Was there thought as to what the next step might be when he reached it? Did he have the energy to shift again? All questions one might have with logical thought… but it was also questionable how much of that was happening right now.
His attentions were focused purely on the door in front of him, and even St.Vier’s words were something he tried to ignore. He heard them though… he could hear the sense of object like worth the man felt towards him. Something Lokeah wished he’d kept hidden better, but the words meant nothing to him right now. Not until he heard a single word, a name. The name of the thin servant that accompanied them in the room.
The seemingly docile man was surprisingly quick. How was he so quick? How did he manage to beat the beast to the door and land perfectly in his chosen path of escape? These were the questions that quickly passed through Lokeah’s mind in the moments following. Lokeah’s focus was a mess and he had only managed to register parts of the others harsh words. Disgusting… that’s what he called him?
Golden eye’s widened and the slits of his eyes dilated as the tiger was forced into the most awkward of stumbles. Paws fumbled to find footing, and thick claws made a horrid noise as they attempt to grip at whatever flooring was beneath them. It was questionable if his intentions now were to simply stop or to make a quick movement around the other male… but those intentions were quickly changed the moment a strange object came out.
Lokeah was met with a sudden slew of deep black tendrils that span from the object in the other mans hand, threatening to bind and snare the frightened god. On instinct, he did make attempts to dodge and slip away from the ribbon like darkness, and it worked for a time, but they began to overpower him quickly. His claws swiped wildly in the direction of both the male and his strange magical power until they inevitably halt his movements. Struggles stopped soon after as the animal was forced to the ground, and a low uncomfortable groan slipped between his teeth. He knew he was overpowered, by a man he thought of as weak, but he knew it was pointless to waste energy further on a struggle. Still, he felt… weak.
“N-ngh, stop! It hurts!” He growled in a pained tone, but who could know if it really did or if the boy was faking just to reach for some sort of pity from the man who had ordered it. That was the kind of person Lokeah was after all.
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Who are you?: St.Vier, Anselm
Where: Apostolic Vestibule
Mood: scared, exhausted
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Gold_Star_For_Robot_Boy Crew
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Posted: Thu Jun 14, 2018 6:13 pm
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••• St. × Vier Order restored itself almost immediately.
He had only to open his mouth, and Anselm was there, keeping anything from misaligning too directly from his desires. He sat up on the bed, sliding to the edge of it to settle one foot on the floor, dangling the other idylly as he watched the brief struggle.
He found himself wondering why he hadn’t utilized Anselm this morning, when his erstwhile customer had been unable to pay, wasting St. Vier’s time and necessitating he dispose of what had once been prime merchandise. The truth was, his attendance to Anselm came and went; it had been some time since he had engaged this directly with the angel, had kept him this close. Generally, he was attended only by his Kirs, and of course Honey (but then, Honey hardly counted; adequate as he was as a secondary trainer and breaker down here in Haven itself, he was near useless when it came to responding to aggression). He gave Anselm tasks (it would have been a waste not to use him at all, talented as he was, responsive as he was), but he almost never called him to his Vestibule, rarely used him for anything so personal or banal as a body guard.
Partly, it was just that such a position was unworthy of Anselm’s talents. But more than that, it was likely because of the unfinished nature St. Vier saw in their relationship. Anselm was a good slave--responsive, competent, without any of the backtalk or hand-wringing that Honey was wont to do. But despite owning him, despite ‘breaking’ him, Anselm was still something of a mystery to him. There was still a lot St. Vier didn’t know: about where he came from, what his ultimate motivations were, exactly what he was capable of. He had thought he’d known, once; he never would have let the angel out of Haven for any errand if he hadn’t, wouldn’t have stopped training and exploring him--but he had become less sure of late.
He couldn’t keep a mystery as his intimate guard; not unless he was feeling doctrinal and loose like he was now; not unless impulse and an appreciation for Anselm’s presence Below had led him to now.
Not bothering to get up, he fiddled with a long strand of hair.
”Break something small, would you Anselm?” He phrased the command like a request, but the angel would know what he meant.
”Do paws have fingers? Well nevermind; take your pick. And we’ll try this again.”
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Posted: Mon Jun 25, 2018 2:24 pm
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Posted: Mon Jun 25, 2018 4:26 pm
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«Lokeah»
Captured||Trickster God||Wanna Play?
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Yes, it was a blatant lie that the hold had physically harmed him and one he would have kept up if the need was raised. He hadn’t had expect that plan to falter as easily as the last; Lokeah had felt as though he had somewhat of a favor with the male who claimed to own him, still.
So, when the words “break something” rang though his ears, a deep sense of dread and fear came over the tiger. He had blocked out the bit about it being something "small". Pain was, for lack of better word, terrifying to the boy in more drastic circumstances. He was an immortal being, but that didn’t change his ability to feel and experience various levels of pain. It was one of his least favorite feelings.
“NO WAIT!” He cried and began to struggle helplessly against the binds that held him.
But… it was too late.
A foot rest lightly on a wriggling paw before slowly applying just enough pressure. A small, but noisy, snap, followed by the sound of a loud pained yelp like roar echoed in the small room. Trauma, that’s a way to describe the exaggerated reaction Lokeah felt for the action. A funny thing trauma is, and how it can force one to break down or do things unwillingly. The appendage that had broken shifted, along with the rest, and they grew to elongated forms, fingers. The rest of his body soon followed, shifting back into the original form of a boy that he'd taken in the moments him and Vier had met. The only difference being the addition of rounded ears and a striped tail that refused to merge back into his body, and a lack of clothing that he hadn’t the illusionary power to cover up.
“P-please, not again…” He cried, clutching the hand that now housed a bruised, puffy, and crumpled finger, that bent back in an awkward shape.
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Who are you?: St.Vier, Anselm
Where: Apostolic Vestibule
Mood: scared, exhausted
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Posted: Thu Jun 28, 2018 12:08 pm
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••• St. × Vier St. Vier watched it happen and felt nothing. There was no sadism to him in this particular moment, nor was he particularly connected with Lokeah (though the possibility of such a connection had been what had led him to bring the shapechanger to his rooms in the first place).
Anselm’s competence in following his directive was assumed, and then confirmed.
Lokeah’s pained response, his instinctual and immediate desire to avoid more pain in the future was equally expected and confirmed.
Feeling nothing, he nonetheless smiled, a surprisingly innocent smile in its shape, in what it did to his face and body in its diaphanous nightgown. Coming up behind Anselm, a small flicker of something—surprise—pulled him out of the dangerous vacuum that had threatened to take him as Lokeah shifted again, pulled somewhere between human and tiger.
It was good that he’d been pulled out. One of the greatest sources of lost merchandise came when he was in such a mood.
Brushing Anselm’s cheek with the back of his hand as he passed, St. Vier knelt beside Lokeah, reaching between them to lightly pull the shapeshifter’s hands together, palms touching, ignoring the bent angle of the broken finger.
”Master of my soul” he repeated, re-starting the prayer from before.
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Gold_Star_For_Robot_Boy Crew
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Posted: Fri Jul 06, 2018 12:05 pm
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Posted: Fri Jul 06, 2018 12:22 pm
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Gold_Star_For_Robot_Boy Crew
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Posted: Sat Jul 07, 2018 11:52 am
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••• St. × Vier St. Vier breathed out and regained a further measure of calm at Lokeah’s broken posture, gently rubbing his thumb against an unbroken patch of skin in encouragement when the boy repeated his words.
He glanced back, once again holding his hand out to Anselm to take, to recreate the conditions on the bed.
”Deliver and receive my grateful service. Shape me into my best possible self, and guide me with your gentle hand. For this I pray.” Simple, straightforward, there was a calculating part of this particular prayer, honestly as some part of him might mean it, or pretend to. It was short, for one. His point had been made, and he was ready to move forward.
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Posted: Tue Jul 17, 2018 10:03 pm
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Posted: Wed Jul 18, 2018 7:42 am
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«Lokeah»
Captured||Trickster God||Wanna Play?
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Rebelliousness had quite obviously faded while the god mind fell into this submissive state of despair. His thoughts of escape had shift to what might happen to him now that his escape had failed, what might come now that he couldn’t hold an animalistic form. He was scared, powerless.
However, there was the slightest tinge of comfort that came with the change from the aggressive grasp that forced his hands together. It wasn’t much… but it felt gentle and that’s all he really wanted, aside from getting out of here of course.
Lokeah returned to an obedient state, reciting the prayer that hurt his pride, in that broken and crackling voice he began with.
He knew better now. St.Vier was not a man to take lightly and his kindness, whether false or genuine, was nothing to misjudge or take advantage of. There was seemingly no telling what was going on in his mind or how he might react to even the littlest thing. Anselm, he found to be unexpectedly powerful for his weak looking form, and incredibly loyal to his master. Trust and safety were not things he could find in either male… so he gave up for now.
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Who are you?: St.Vier, Anselm
Where: Apostolic Vestibule
Mood: scared, exhausted
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Posted: Sun Jul 22, 2018 9:38 am
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••• St. × Vier And so it was done.
There was a brusqueness to him as he pulled away, as if he were done with Lokeah now; as if he’d been disappointed and now that the formalities were over he could show it.
He rose, smoothing hands down his dressing gown. He had intended, originally, to have them both sleep with him, for the brief time that he needed. St. Vier was still the kind of creature who needed to sleep, and had not done so for some amount of time.
The gesture had not been about actually resting, but rather giving Lokeah an opportunity to rest well with him, to be good and obedient and gain St. Vier’s approval.
He had failed in that, after this.
Still, he needed rest, at least two hours of it, and St. Vier padded by himself to his bed, sliding into it as if neither of them were there.
”Take Lokeah to 16” he instructed Anselm from there, already sliding onto one side, eyes closing.
”See it done.”
((Giving everyone an opportunity to interact without St. Vier, where Anselm can be more of a person heh)) |
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Gold_Star_For_Robot_Boy Crew
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Posted: Thu Jul 26, 2018 7:39 pm
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·.·•✧•·.·•✧• •✧•·.·•✧•·.·The love is lost
Beauty and light
Have vanished from garden of delight •÷±‡±±‡±÷•÷±‡±±‡±÷•÷±‡±±‡±÷•÷±‡±±‡±÷•÷±‡±±‡±÷•÷±‡±±‡±÷•÷±‡±±‡±÷•÷±‡±±‡±÷•The next order that fell from his master's lips caught Anselm off guard and his eyes quickly opened in response. It was at this point he saw the position his master had taken on the bed and let out a very faint sigh. He then walked over to Lokeah and helped him up before speaking, though his tone was slightly different than the usual calm, "Come with me." At that he let Lokeah lean against him and escorted him out of St. Vier's room, closing the door behind them. Once the door was secure Anselm leaned Lokeah against the wall and grabbed the hand with the broken finger. "This will probably hurt but it's better than letting the bone grow back awkwardly and having to re-break it," Anselm stated, his voice oddly kinder than before. He then covered Lokeah's mouth and in one swift movement snapped the finger he had broken back into place. Once done with that Anselm brushed some of the hair that had fallen in Lokeah's face out of the way and began speaking once more, though only loud enough for Lokeah to hear, his voice also a lot more sincere, "I'm sorry for what I had to do in there, I hoped I wouldn't have to but orders are orders. St. Vier can be...tough to understand at times so I always have to watch how I act around him. What you see on the outside isn't always what is going on on the inside, please keep that in mind going forward, for both him and me. I understand this is painful for you, I was there once myself but I promise you if you just do as he asks of you life here will be much easier. Just be careful from now on and things will work out for the better alright." At that Anselm pulled away somewhat and moved to let Lokeah lean on him once more if he needed. "Now let's go, I don't like where I'm ordered to take you but right now neither of us really have much of a choice," Anselm stated and began to leave once he was sure Lokeah was ready to start walking.•÷±‡±±‡±÷•÷±‡±±‡±÷•÷±‡±±‡±÷•÷±‡±±‡±÷•÷±‡±±‡±÷•÷±‡±±‡±÷•÷±‡±±‡±÷•÷±‡±±‡±÷•The dreams are gone
Midnight has come
The darkness is our new kingdom Find me if you wish: St Vier's Chambers => Outside of St Vier's ChambersLet's move on: Lokeah and St. Vier => LokeahNothing fancy: outfit in picturesSuccumb to the sounds: nothing at the moment
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