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Thread: Breaking the Mold

The cat chuckled, hearing the air part around her hand as it headed for his chest. With a sidestep, the sound moved harmlessly past him, and in a flash, he was on her back with his arms around her neck. Gotcha. Tell ya what. That was the most fun I've had in years. If you can hit me, I won't kill you, and you will own the most deadliest, strangest, craziest piece of neko meat ever. Better than fighting with these amateurs.
Thread: Breaking the Mold

I have you now, Yuki hardly even flinched when she felt his arms wrap around her neck tightly her hands reaching up and grasping him as she formed two runes with her fingertips. First, a surge of electricity emitted from her body, through the neko, then up into the air above them where it concentrated then fell back down as another bolt of lightning. All the while, she held a firm grip on him lest he escape and avoid the attack unless he had some way of slipping out without her noticing.
Thread: Breaking the Mold

He straightened as the electricity shot through him, but strangely didn't try to escape. He didn't even make a sound as the lightning hit him, but instead nuzzled into her neck. With a content sigh, he whispered into her ear. Well, look at that. You won. Better kill me now, before I end up making some kind of trouble. That couldn't be adoration in his voice could it? This neko was truly touched in the head.
Thread: Breaking the Mold

Yuki, grasping his arm firmly swung him over her shoulder and slammed him into the ground before her, raising her right hand above her head and pointing her fingertips down toward his neck. It would only take a single strike to sever his head from his shoulders and end his life, the life of one who had killed so many of her kind... It would be so simple, and even praiseworthy, yet, something inside her wouldn't let her do it. Instead, she pressed her hand on his neck and cast a sealing spell on him, one that would bind him to her will and make him hers. However much it disgusted her to take him in like this, it had been what she promised she would do if she won. A thick collar appeared around his neck and she released him from her grasp, wordlessly motioning to the neko to follow her as she departed for her estate. As she came from a well-respected family within the vampire community, Yuki's house was not overly large yet was elegant enough to inspire jealousy in some of her fellow vampires of lower birth. It stood at the top of a small hill, surrounded by a thick oak forest and a dark shadow which shrouded the entire grounds with a rather morose gloom. She walked up to the front door and dispelled the seal she had placed on it before entering, still leading her new neko along behind her. If he went too far away from her, the collar would send a powerful shock through him until he once again returned to her side. It wasn't that she doubted he would play along for now... No, she feared he would play along far too well, until she dropped her guard and he took advantage of the situation. He was like a ticking timebomb. She showed him around the interior of the halls such as the bathroom and the kitchen before showing him the master bedroom, which had an adjourning servant room were he would sleep by himself. She wouldn't let him near her sleeping body, after all.
Thread: Breaking the Mold

A breath escaped him as he was slammed onto the ground with enough force to break bones. Nothing snapped though and he purred lightly as he felt the collar on his neck. Heheheh. Shock collar hm? What, you think I'll kill you something? As the vampire walked away, he stood and followed, getting close enough to whisper into her ear. Just so you know, my name is Trystan Nemico. My birthname. Just incase she tried to hit him, he ducked and fell back behind her. The walk didn't take long, and soon they arrived at Yuki's house, surrounded by dark, gloomy forestry. As they made their way inside, Trystan stopped, brow furrowing in though, wiping a small streamlet of blood from his face. Nice little place you got here, although it could be bigger. Figured with a name like Scarlet Revenge, you'd have a huge mansion. Must not be as bad as you sound. He laughed lightly, stepping over the threshold, looking around some more as they went through the house. When he was shown the servant's room, he grinned. What, don't you trust me? He sighed, shaking his head in mock disappointment. Hmph. Well, I'll let that indignity go. You wouldn't happen to have any medical supplies here would you? I need to stitch myself up. Take a shower and all that ya know?
Thread: Breaking the Mold

You can find what you need in the restroom. Its just down the hall, first door to the right, Yuki refused to let herself be lowered to his level, Now, get out of my sight, Neko, before I tire of your presence any further... You killed many of my fellow vampires right in front of my eyes. If you possibly think I would trust you, you clearly have more problems than just a lack of blood. She sat down on her bed and began to unfasten the bindings on her dress without even waiting for him to leave. He was just her pet and bound servant, after all, and she had no intention of being prim or proper when around him. She could use him as she desired, but at the moment all she wanted was to put him out of her mind for the time being... She would find some way to put him to use soon enough.
Thread: Breaking the Mold

The neko only shook his head. Loss of blood has never been a problem for me, or were you absent on all they occasions you're.... former friends tried to bleed me out? He chuckled, making his way to the bathroom and looking around for the supplies. He found them quickly, took them out, and examined them. Gauze bandages, a suture kit, and of course, alcohol. His ears flicked back as he took the bottle of alcohol almost reverently out of the box. Oh, this will definitely come in handy sooner or later. He also found a rag, and after dumping a generous amount of the rubbing solution onto it, he started to clean his wounds. When that was all said and done, he took the suture kit and opened it, threading the needle without a problem and starting the process of stitching the wounds. And then, he realized something. He couldn't sew his own back. His arms weren't that flexible. Uh..... Yuki! I know you want to kill me right now, but since you can't really do that, and I'm sure you'd like to keep me alive until you can, would you mind coming in here and stitching the cuts on my back? He face palmed, feeling that familiar itch when open wounds were left open for too long. And he never really could resist the urge to scratch, which just made things worse. Better hurry love. This is a nice carpet, and if I get too much blood in it, it will smell like me forever. And I'm sure you wouldn't want that would you?
Thread: Breaking the Mold

Yuki walked in behind the neko shortly afterward, wordlessly sitting behind him and taking the needle in her right hand and gently holding the wound together with her left. She began to sew up his back, carefully working while her mind began to play over the events mere hours before. Just what had convinced her to make such a promise to him? Why wasn't she killing him right here? Perhaps it was because she believed that he would suffer more if he was under her fist, but a part of her wondered if it was something else entirely. She couldn't put her finger on it, whatever it was. As soon as she was done, she handed him the needle and walked back out of the room, Get some rest... I have work for you tomorrow and you will need your strength.
Thread: Breaking the Mold

The neko sighed, a feeling of pure bliss comeing over him as that damned itching sensation ceased. Thank you for that. Would've ended up scratching the shit out of those. Then where would I be? He stood, stripping himself of his tattered pants, now clad in only a pair of boxers as he searched for new clothes. Uhm.... I can't exactly sleep covered in dirt and dried blood now can I? It wouldn't befit a vampire of your calibur to be seen walking around with a stupid, low quality neko, now would it? He found some things that looked like they would fit him, a pair of jeans and a button up shirt, and started up the shower. He'd need to hop in and hop out so he didn't ruin the stitching. With a shrug, he stripped the rest of the way and hopped into the shower, letting out the tiniest of yelps as cold water hit his extremely sensitive back.
Thread: Breaking the Mold

I wouldn't let anyone see me with you even if my life depended on it, although they would likely rejoice to see you tattern, worn, and covered in your own blood, Yuki shot back coldly, Take your shower and get to sleep already... If you make a make a mess of the house while I'm asleep you will be cleaning the entire estate, both inside and out. Its bad enough that I am keeping you alive... Don't make it any more uncomfortable for me of I will see to it that you regret it. She laid down on her bed, feeling physically and mentally exhausted. She hoped that every day with him wouldn't be as trying as this one, but she had a nagging feeling that he was not actually tamed... That he had some hidden objective in all of this. It seemed to easy, for him to simply change from a vampire-hating maniac to a wisecrack-spinning neko who spouted sarcastic remarks and seemed reasonably obedient. It just seemed unnatural. Yet, the call of her own nature was making itself known as her waking hours were coming to a close... Her eyes fluttered shut as she listened to the sound of the shower water against the glass.
Thread: Breaking the Mold

Aw.... fuck...... that wasn't the smartest idea in my life.... He shook his head, grabbing the shampoo and soap and washing himself down with the speed of one used to taking quick cold showers. The water turned red as it swirled down the drain, and as the blood and dirt washed off, he returned to his normal, somewhat pale skin tone. A tan neko was kind of rare. When he was all cleaned off, he turned the water off, stepped out, and toweled himself dry. His skin smelled faintly of roses, although it definitely wasn't the soap that made him smell so. Was it natural? In a flash, he was dressed, the shirt buttoned except for the last two buttons on the top, leaving his collarbone exposed. The jeans were loose, allowing him much more movement and somewhat more protection than his shorts. On his neck was a small tattoo, one that had gone unnoticed since it had been covered by blood. It was the mark of protection, one that was commonly seen on a free neko's wallet. It had a snake wrapped around it, the symbol for Trystan's old regiment. The most feared stealth sniper team in the recent history of Kemonomimi rebellions.
Thread: Breaking the Mold

Yuki managed to undress herself before falling asleep, although she didn't bother to put her discarded dress or any of the other articles of clothing that she stripped from her body for that matter into the laundry chute. As she lay with her head resting on her pillow, her hair spread out like a silver fan, she hoped that he wouldn't cause her any more trouble... At least for the rest of the day, that is. If he didn't show any signs of rebellion, that would be a bad sign, as she knew someone like him would not simply allow himself to be tamed. No, his hate for her kind ran much too deep to allow for that. She managed to fall asleep somehow, the calm expression on her pale face matching that of a porcelain doll, or perhaps a corpse within the grips of a peaceful, yet eternal slumber... timeskip to the next night, unless you have something planned?
Thread: Breaking the Mold

With nothing but a slight growl at his 'owner's' untidiness, he picked up the discarded clothes and put them down the chute. Sleep well love. You'll be the one needing energy for tomorrow. Without another word, another sound, he disappeared to his bedroom. Even though it was small compared to Yuki's, it was much bigger than what he had while being held prisoner. He covered himself, touching the symbol on his neck for luck and protect before letting sleep overtake him. Peaceful, welcome slumber. The best sleep he would get. He was safe for the time being, and although he doubted whether Yuki would keep her word for very long, he knew he wouldn't need much time anyway. The Guntowers and their respective commanders were planning yet another rebellion. This time, they were better prepared. Their weapons would be much more effective. Their armour would be better built. And this time around, their stealth teams would be the bane of all vampires, and any enemy of the Nekomimi race. With these thoughts in mind, he settled in, and dreamed of the bloody battles that were soon to come. He would be in his element once again. Revenge would be sweet.
Thread: Spoils of war

Sorin walked threw the make shift infirmary helping bind what wounds he could and cleaning the scars of the battle that was all fresh in the minds of the fighters that danced around the outside. Tonight was one of victory as the house of Beleak celebrated there defeat over a small outpost of a rival family. They had lost almost no one and made sure to slay anyone who was in the rival houses armor. The few wounded they had were restricted to this tent while Sorin and the hand ful of other healers saw to their needs. Sorin walked with grace as he came upon the body of an unconcious woman. his light green eyes examined her for a few moments diagnosing wounds, his long black hair was tied back and for the moment he worked silently on his examination which drew his hand a long her body checking for any blood. It seems this woman only received a light head wound, does she look familiar to you? Sorin asked a near by healer who gave a shrug. She was most probably one of the new recruits, The battalion they had served with had joined another group only a day ago and Sorin had not learned everyone's name and face when the attack had come, so he simply marked her down as one of their own and continued to work on his examination.
Thread: Spoils of war

Elle groaned softly as she tried to come to, her vision was hazy and wouldn't focus correctly... she tried to sit up, but quickly gave up her red hair fanned out beneath her head like a halo and she closed her eyes as she tried to collect herself. What happened last was a bit of a haze, but based off the migraine she had... well, she had takrn a blow to the head. Her mouth felt as dry as cotton and she grit her teeth a little. Flashes of memory were trickling into her head, she'd been knocked aside... trampled underfoot, but she'd gotten lucky it wasn't worse. Despite her injuries, she was quite lovely to look at- slender, but taut with muscle- a curvy hourglass frame... and though her eyes were closed at the moment, she had strikingly blue eyes. Where ... where am I? she managed, not yet realizing she had been picked up by the enemy. She could hear voices, each syllable spoken- be it to her or someone else... stabbed at her brain and made her throb with pain. It was hard to stay awake and she struggled with it, not really willing to relax until she knew what happened. Had they won, had they lost? But she was clearly in some kind of medical tent so they must have won, right? Or she wouldn't be alive... the enemy wouldn't have bothered to spare her, whether or not she was a woman. Did... did we win? she managed to sputter out, but kept her eyes closed since it was all-too punishing to keep them open.
Thread: Spoils of war

Sorin smiled as the woman began to wake up, and was quick to put a hand on her shoulder to keep her down for the moment. he listened to her voice and found it a sweet melodic tone. her body was curvy and very attractive but for now he had to focus she was in pain, but it seemed to him that she had at the suffered only a minor concussion many more today had fared far far worse. You mustn't try to get up, you have suffered a heavy blow, but you are among friends, and lay in a tent of the house of Baleak. Today marked a great victory for the house of Baleak you should be proud of the work you have done, and rest now. Sorin spoke kindly and gently knowing how bad her headache must be he kept his voice low, but as with many he felt the high of victory and was all to excited to explain the situation. Do you have a name? we are having a small problem placing you there are too many battalions in this group to keep our records strait for the moment.
Thread: Spoils of war

She was in so much pain, that the look on her face was the perfect cover up.... she was being cared for by the wrong side. They obviously hadn't realized it or she would be dead, and she wasn't exactly about to explain it to them... she'd be tortured and interrogated- then killed. She wasn't going to correct them... she couldn't think straight at the moment, but she knew enough to keep her mouth shut at least. Ah.. she paused a moment, rubbing her forehead with her eyes still closed. I'm Elle. she told him, if their records were in disarray, it'd probably be easy for her to keep pretending she was part of their army. At some point she'd need to slip away, but for now she was in no condition for that. I'm glad, she just managed. That we won, I mean. she managed a weak smile, in her condition she didn't really need to try so hard to act. But inside, she was devastated and worried- it was quite likely that a good many of her friends were dead and yet here she was, unable to mourn them. I think I'm fine, right? she asked. Just my head... but she could feel all of her arms and legs, so she knew she was blessed... she didn't have anything she wouldn't recover from. She'd be fine if she didn't blow her cover... maybe she'd even be able to get some intell for the other side if she could get away quick enough... or they'd mistake her for the enemy too and kill her. War was truly messy.
Thread: Spoils of war

Sorin dabbed a warm cloth across her head lightly trying to not upset her head more as he cleaned her head wound. He smiled lightly as he heard her name. She would make a quick recovery that was for certain. You will be fine once your head clears. Are you thirsty? Sorin held a small flask of clean water and offered her only a tiny drink head wounds difficult and he didn't want her drowning in a drink. Sorin recorded her name in the infirmary records and sighed it was a mess for the scribes to figure out, for now it was his job to tend to the wounded. For now you should rest. When the wounded have all been treated we will be returning to the capital for a tour as the castle guard. apparently the leaders of the house think that we have fought enough battles for one year. Sorin spoke bitterly of the ruling noble class if only because he was actually on the line of succession, the fifth brother of the house 'blessed' with enough time and power to make it as a healer and scholar, but not high enough to have anything more then an education. He shook his head and attended to his duties. If you need anything my Name is Sorin I am the head healer here.
Thread: Spoils of war

Nice to meet you, Sorin... Elle responded softly, keeping her voice low- but it was still an effort to speak at the moment and every noise still seemed impossibly loud. Even with her eyes closed, she could see the light of the room and it stabbed at her, too... she shifted and put her hands over her eyes. Partially to shield herself from the brightness, but also so she could hide any tears that were forming... there were a few- she was upset, naturally. The pain was a good excuse, too, but she still didn't need the enemy beholding her tears in this moment of weakness. Thank you for tending to me. she felt a little helpless at the moment, frightened too... this was not where she wanted to be, and it was a horrible feeling to know that you were around people who would kill her without blinking if they knew which side she was actually on. She wondered what about her made them mistake her in the first place. Wondered if anyone in her own battallion noticed she was gone and assumed she was dead... probably. No one was going to be looking, and they especially weren't going to be looking here!
Thread: Spoils of war

Sorin smiled and let Elle rest leaving the tent to get more water and something to drink for himself. For the warriors the day was over, but for Sorin it was going to be a long night he could get that feeling. By the time he was allowed to sleep he took an unoccupied cot in the medical tent, oddly enough it was the one next to Elle, and allowed his eyes to rest for as long as he could. Waking up the next morning he sighed it was now dawn. A slow morning for camp as food began distributing Sorin was allowed some breakfast, and then he along with the other healers began to distribute it to the rest of the injured then the healthy would be allowed to eat. This was to assure that strength was always kept up where it was needed. Sorin brought some oatmeal to Elle, and smiled. Are you feeling well enough to eat?
Thread: Spoils of war

Good morning... she yawned a little, this time able to sit upright, she felt much better and assured him of this fact as she accepted the oatmeal and started to eat it. It was something that was easy to keep down since it wasn't a solid meal and she ate it slowly, savoring every bite of the meal- she hadn't realized how hungry she was until she had the bowl and had to fight to keep herself from eating it way too fast, or she'd probably feel even worse. I think I should be good to go, it was a minor injury. So I can probably leave soon and give up this cot to someone who needs it. she rubbed her forehead as she thought to herself- it was easier to think, but she still had a bit of a headache. She wasn't sure if that was because of the head injury, or because of her vigorous thinking as she tried to think of how she was supposed to get home, before she ended up being branded a traitor.
Thread: Spoils of war

That is good to hear. Sorin said as he looked her over. she was right that she was capable and feeling better, but he felt like he should keep her close head wounds were always so tricky to deal with and heal. Oh you should probably go report to the superiors. Markus is meeting with a few others in the war tent. Will you need help standing up? Markus was a very high ranking man, among the enemy he was a known and feared name as he was often responsible for rooting out spy's. More then that he was a top strategist, and a talented fighter, who had earned his reputation as a battalion leader. Sorin was a close friend of the man, but even they never saw directly eye to eye.
Thread: Mephy's phone(and only source of internet) is broken

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Thread: Looking for M/M stories to create with a partner!

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Thread: Creation of the Anthros

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