Thread: Trial of Servitude (Shirokuma & Marcus Roman)

Trailing a safe distance behind the crimson wolf now, Arian couldnt help but feel a bit sulky at the unprovoked assault on him. Well it wasnt really unprovoked considering how Arian had lied through his teeth. Furthermore hed approached the wolf with the intentions of ending Bragos life, so unprovoked was perhaps a bit too much of an understatement. No, there was no point fooling himself. He wasnt upset at Brago for shoving him against the wall, he was upset at himself for getting excited, even for just a split second. The thought should have disgusted him and made him scream in either burning fury or pure terror, but instead of doing either hed trembled like an infant and stuttered like a virgin girl, afraid but eager to see what sort of world lied on the other side of a little show of bravery. His sulking immediately ceased the moment they arrived though. His eyes widening in horror as Brago began to unlock the steely gates, the way it creaked open reminded the young man of a dungeon cellar. But more importantly the building, Bragos supposed home resembled one of those torture sheds. Arian had been fortunate enough to never be exposed to what happened in the warehouses his owners held, but on several occasions hed heard bone chilling screams from within, pathetic desperate pleas which would soon be followed by another blood curdling cry for mercy. Flickering his eyes uncertainly from Brago to the warehouse, Arian took a subconscious step back from the building, knowing full well that once he stepped foot inside, hed never be able to get out without the cooperation and mercy of the large wolf holding him captive there. Arian hadnt really known what to expect, a dirty apartment, a run down shack, even a cardboard house slapped together in a filthy alley somewhere. None of them had really appealed, but compared to what he was being faced with now he would gladly have taken any of those options. I I thought we were going to your home? Arian mumbled, hoping that Brago would laugh out aloud and tell him that it was all just a joke. Perhaps there was a nice little cottage or something behind the warehouse? Yeah. Keep dreaming. Prepared to sign his life away, Arian forced himself to follow the wolf, chanting in his mind that an abandoned warehouse would be ideal to hide the wolfs hulking body. Trying to ignore the buzz of cameras that watched his every step, Arian was about to speak up again when Brago opened up his home and invited the boy inside. The brief moment of hesitation being quickly replaced with absolute awe as his eyes lit up, and his mouth hung open in astonishment. Thoughts of torture, his mission, even the existence of the wolf himself managed to slip his mind as the boy excitedly kicked off his shoes and socks, and stepped inside, brushing past Brago and stepping inside onto the carpet, gasping at just how pleasant the carpet felt against his feet. No cobwebs, no rat droppings, no cracked wall to let the wind whistle in at night, no broken roof to let the rain soak up the place, not even a harsh concrete floor. It might not have been overly impressive to a member of a middle class family, but to Arian it was heaven on earth. Wow, just. Wow he stated completely lost for words, he dropped onto the floor and lay on the carpet, closing his eyes blissfully. Its even softer then my bed he murmured happily rubbing his cheek against the carpet, it was only the sensation of something furry against his cheek that made him remember who hed come with. A panicked look flashing in his eyes as he quickly sat up and glanced over at the wolf in the kitchen. Blinking a few times in confusion when he was asked what hed like to eat. Bread?... Soup?...Uhm how about a potato? he offered, wandering just how far he much he could ask for. In honesty he wasnt as hungry as he thought hed be. He wanted to enjoy the comfort of a properly furnished home for a change, food could wait. Arian had never enjoyed eating much anyway, the bread was always hard and tough, and the soup watery. The once in a month delicacy of a baked potato was perhaps too much to ask for, but it was worth a shot right? His conservative suggestions were brought to an abrupt halt when something caught his eye. Shocked at first, in doubt the next. He quickly got up and pattered his way to Bragos side, staring into the fridge in complete awe. He hadnt expected someone like Brago to be able to afford proper vegetables and fruit. The most alarming was the red juicy meat that filled the fridge in abundance. Meat was the food of the wealthy, or at least that was what Arian had been told at least anyway. Even his Owners only had it once or twice a year during special occasions. Eyes sparkling with curiosity and hope, he looked up at Brago with almost pleading eyes. His stomach rumbling loudly as he hunger suddenly surged. It took every bit of self control to not let the drool in his mouth slip past his lips.