Thread: Kimi wa Petto. {GreysmithxLingering Desire]

Everything went relatively smoothly that afternoon, little ruckus was started in the registration lines, and a few young men and women were scooped up as he passed, taken down into the bowels of the Wall, eagerly polished to be sold. Tyson had been keeping his eyes peeled for his brother, but things were so hectic at the inspections it was impossible to notice everyone. He gave a gentle sigh, hoping that perhaps his brother had given up on the idea of getting him a slave. Scott was the closest thing Tyson had to a family, the only remaining relative to a clan that had once been prosperous and strong. They looked so much alike, same broad build and dark features, every time Tyson looked at his older brethren it reminded him of a time before all of this had begun, when the pack could run free for miles and miles of fresh, open foliage. But that time had passed. Now they were expected to be the elite, to hold up the order which The Zone demanded, and remain a strong force against the devastation which lay outside the barricade. Tyson was lost in thought when registration finally finished up, signaling that he was free to go. Eagerly he returned to the elevator shafts of the Wall, riding them deep underground. He walked with a heavy pace, pulling off his bulletproof gear as he made his way to the locker rooms. It was already filled with other fae, and the atmosphere was generally jovial. Many of the fae who protected the wall were large, powerful, some weres like himself, others half animal and half human all of the time, and others still bearing the striking resemblance to creatures of Greek mythos, all of which not too long ago were thought to be works of fiction. It was certainly strange for Tyson, his youth was filled with so much fear and hatred for other Fae, and now they had come together with relative ease. Tyson still held a bit of bad blood for the vampires, unable to put behind him their sly demeanor or cunning bloodlust. Tyson undressed and showered quickly, returning to his locker and glancing at his watch, cursing under his breath when he looked at the time. It was already after seven, and if he knew his brother at all, there were probably two hundred people at his house. Quickly in simple dark jeans and a black, t-shirt, he rode the elevator to the surface once again, jogging to the car park and slipping into his car, a present from his brother for his last birthday, a sleek red number that Ty had quite fallen in love with. Starting the engine with a roar he pulled out, approaching the massive gates which allowed admittance to the residential areas. Pressing his ID to the scanner they creaked open allowing him to go home. The difference between this side of The Wall and the human side was like night and day. Lush greenery, impeccably manicured lawns, massive, stark white houses as far as the eye could see. Concealed in the back were pools and sporting courts, anything one could wish for. Tyson, though certainly not poor by any means, really didnt belong in this part of the country. However Scott wanted him close, purchasing two houses next to each other, and giving Tyson the keys to one. He had always been the bright one, watching the world with a different gaze, noticing things that others would have missed. He had done quite well for himself in this new world, developing new mobile technologies, and eventually becoming the sole owner of all the transmitting frequencies in the Zone, renting it to other firms in need of it like the government. No, despite being solely run by fae, the world really hadnt changed that much. Pulling into the driveway he could feel the bass already pounding from the house. Taking a deep breath he walked up to the front door, forgoing the keys as he knew that it was probably already open. Tyson was surprised. This little soire was spilling over into both properties. The door opened of its own accord, Scott standing with a grin on his face and a drink in hand. Tyson! Glad you could finally make it. The young wolf stopped, looking over his brother and shaking his head. Youre not going to wear that are you? Come come, go upstairs and put a suit. He demanded, ushering his brother inside. There were hundreds of fae there, faces Tyson had never even seen before. Giving another heavy breath he nodded, mounting the stairs and making his way upstairs. Taking his time he donned a tailored black suit, paired with a simple white shirt and red tie, polished shoes and watch. Tyson felt somewhat uncomfortable in a suit, but knew his brother would harp on the whole night if he did not change. So, this was easier. Coming back downstairs he was accosted by his brother once again, wrapping an arm around his shoulders and speaking into his ear over the loud music. Have you had a drink yet? He asked, Tyson shook his head no, to which his brother laughed, pointing to the front door again. Good, youre driving. He said simply, releasing him and letting out a sharp, loud howl, enough to be heard well over the music. It was apparently some sort of signal, unknown to Tyson, and people began milling out of the house, hoping in their cars and driving away. Wha. Whats going on? He asked confused, Scott merely laughed, ushering him out of the house and into his car, giving him directions to another location. Once they stopped Tyson still did not recognize the building, but the excited party goers seemed to be right at home, pulling open the doors to a building that looked almost like a hotel, lush and grand with soft, golden lighting in the front. Allowing Scott to lead him inside Tysons jaw dropped slightly, looking to a massive party hall, already being filled with people. Music, food and alcohol was everywhere, and the pounding music even more jarring than before. Feeling a glass of champagne pressed into his hand Tyson downed it quickly, knowing he would need a lot more to get himself through the night. Things were going rather well, and he was feeling a bit of a buzz roaming though his head when a sudden bright light was flicked on at the far end of the hall, illuminating what looked to be a young woman. Tyson groaned, looking around for his brother whom he had lost in the crowd, who let out another howl, followed by brazen laughter. Now he knew where he was this was a slave house. Happy Birthday Bro! Hope you like your present but you cant have her till after the party! Scott called to him. Tyson walked forward, stopping just in front of the display case, stopping a roaming waiter and grabbing a shot glass from his polished tray, downing its contents as he looked at the girl curiously. She was quite pretty, he had to admit, almost ethereal looking, with pale skin and blonde locks, dressed in all white. Her eyes however were jarring, a shocking bright blue that made his chest feel tight. He wondered how he might look to her on the other side, a massive wolf of around six foot six, unshaven and somewhat drunk. He couldnt have been the most inviting of individuals. She seemed frightened, but he was unsure if she could hear him from within her little cage, he opened his mouth to speak, but was stopped with the sudden force of so someone grabbing him from around the back, pressing their weight into him. Dun worry bout er mate! Shes got a good life ahead of her now. His coworker, a large black male from what used to be England reassured him, pulling him away to enjoy the party, and putting another beverage in his grasp. He glanced back over his shoulder however, giving the girl another glance. Would he be able to keep another living creature happy?