Thread: Captured and Contained-Moon/Tigress

Evander shuddered a little. she's never really... been exposed to Anthro. it wasn't allowed. Van muttered softly. she didn't know she was insulting you, she doesn't know what Dragon's are... he muttered, desperate to make sure the Drake wouldn't hurt his daughter because of her sheltered life. she'd been hurt enough as it was. i am staying still. Evander complained petulantly. he hated, absolutely hated doctors, with a passion... and not just because of his childhood either. my government is vile... sick, twisted, rotting. he admitted. i doubt she could ever not be a wonderful person... granted, i might be a bit biased... he admitted, looking rather amused. the fact that she just accepted things, despite what that bitch of her mother might have told her... he bared his teeth. i hated that woman... that vile, foul woman... he hissed before he yelped as he was given a few shots. being that he was dehydrated and lacking a few nutrients, shots where to be expected... but he hated them. who knew what they had injected him with? sure it could just be liquid nutrition, but it could also be drugs, or mind control serum, or poison of some sort. maybe it was LSD, or a sleeping drug. maybe they wanted him helpless before they opened him up to see how the experiments made him different from normal humans. ....i hate healers... Evander grumbled, but he was finally free of broken bones... that was a first in several years... even if two bones in his arm had to be re-broken and set properly. and three of his ribs too. when one lived on the battlefield, you didn't have time to wait for a bone to heal, you just waited for it to heal on it's own, and then went to a doctor later if it healed crooked. he finally just closed his eyes and let the healer finish her duties and sighed when it was finally all over, but he didn't bother trying to sit up. the healer would just yell at him. he'd lay there until given an order to get up. the last thing he wanted to do now was anger the Drake who was sitting a little too close to his vulnerable neck for comfort. he knew... he knew that it would take the Drake long to... break him in... and if Evander was being honest... he didn't mind the thought as much as he should have. the little girl blinked a little. master? are you a slave? am i a slave? is my daddy a slave? is that why he was in chains? i don't like it when Daddy is in chains... the guards put daddy in chains once, and they hit him with a long rope and made him bleed. i didn't like it, but mommy said that he deserved it for his trasterus-ness... she looked confused. whats trasturus-ness? traitorous no doubt. still, humans where pretty sick, making a two year old watch their own father be whipped bloody for whatever reason. you promise they won't come? because i didn't like them much, they grabbed too hard, and yelled a lot, and mommy always smelled funny and talked funny. Sophira complained, wrinkling her nose. and i DO want you to be my new mommy. you saved me so that means you HAVE to be. aah the logic of a child. how come you have fur and i don't? he asked pouting a little. i want fur too, i bet you never get cold, i hate being cold. i don't like the snow either, unless Daddy's there in it with me. he makes snowman's with me. i like to make Snowman's, but i don't like it when it's cold. the little girl admitted with a nod before focusing on her food. an end to the questions, for now at least.