Thread: Once Sacred

Raindrops fell like tears, misting the air as a shimmering cold blanket to cover the city. Pools of water overflow and become rivers rushing down the edge of the streets threatening to swallow the passing cars and carry them away. With each tire that slices thru the growing flood, a torrent of water envelops the narrow sidewalks. Eddy's swirl and catch the grime and trash of the city and carry it over cracks and uneven walkways emptying into a darkened alley. Darker shadows scurry away from the putrid mass as it winds its way into every crevice. A quiet mewling echoes against the alley walls, barely audible over the sound of the rain splattering onto the roofs, and traffic speeding thru the downpour. Huddled behind a dumpster trying to pull its body into a tighter ball to avoid the muck pooling at its feet, sat a small boy. His bare feet dirty and cold from the disgusting ground, and bleeding from tiny cuts laced across his heels. The poor boy was so wrapped around himself to stay warm that he looked like just another bag of tossed trash. In the dark with water dripping down his head, Azusa's hair appeared like an ink stain sliding across his face. Long thick lashes framed his wide terrified eyes. The soft grass green of his eyes only made his freezing skin seem even paler than the moonlight. The only color high lighting his fair skin was a brush of purple staining his left cheek. Tears froze along his lashes as he whimpered into his folded arms. A soft shuffling at the opening of the alley had him stiffen in fear. Through his wet hair a small pair of grey tufted ears perked up listening for the sound. Around his waist a tail with thick tangled black fur wrapped him up like a snake. Azusa shivered in the cool air waiting for the next punishment to be exacted on him. Adrenaline rushed thru his body as the shuffling noise moved closer to his hiding spot. His body was too frozen to take off running like his brain told him to. His muscles just wouldn't respond anymore. He bit into his hand to quiet his crying as the sound stopped just a few inches from where he sat. With a high pitched yelp, Azusa jumps as a cold wet nose and rough tongue presses against his exposed hand. Looking up at him with warm golden eyes and a questioning meow is a little black and white speckled cat. The poor thing looks as drowned as he does. Once his heart rate drops back to normal and catches his breathe. Azusa beckons the petite animal closer and gently scratches under its chin. The cat mewls happily and lets loose a throaty purr despite its small stature. For the first time in what feels like forever, Azusa smiles just for fun, forgetting for awhile his anxiety and worry. You scared me little one. What are you doing out in this mess? He nuzzles the kittens cheek with his fingers. Shouldn't you be in a nice warm home with a loving family? Tiny paws stretched against his legs as the cat looked up at him and blinked its soulful eyes. Azusa rubbed the wetness from his eyes and lifted the animal into his arms. He gently stroked its wet and matted fur as it rumbled contentedly against his chest. Guess you and I are the same, huh? Don't worry. Your adorable and will find someone to take you in. Azusa rubbed the cats ears between his fingers for a couple of minutes before sitting it back down on the ground, avoiding the muck ridden puddles of water. Go on little one and find a home. Its soft meow echoed back at him as it loped off into the night. Azusa envied the cat and yearned to follow it. Perhaps a kind family would take him in too and treat him as a cherished pet. He was just as cute, he thought, as any other kid. So why was he always the one left behind. His breath misted in front of him when he sighs. It was like the night has swallowed the sun and would never release her. He groaned as the freezing puddles around him overflowed and washed over his bare feet. At the rate of this downpour and the water collecting around him, Azusa would drown before morning if he stayed where he was. But where could he go and still be safe from the men searching for him. He just couldn't go back to the kennels. All of his friends he made while sitting in those identical cages waiting for their turn on the auction block were adopted and left him to suffer alone. The kennel master is a perverted old man that needed a bath more than the young boys that he sold. He also has no issues laying a hand or whip to them either. So long as he didn't harm the merchandise before it can be sold off. Guess that's why he didn't care about laying into Azusa. Every sale Azusa was put up for, he was the only one left from the group. Azusa winced as his cheek throbbed under the darkened bruise. His pain was a reminder to why he ran away in the first place. It's not like the abuse he suffered was abnormal. He'd seen many others with similar marks. It was an everyday thing to the Breed. They were only pets and bartering pieces for those that could afford them. This was just the way their life had always been. Being beat or kicked going to and from his cage became routine. He could handle that knowing that they lost money if they maimed or ruined their merchandise before selling them. Most handlers kept to a swift kick or punch that would produce small bruises with maximum pain. A couple of broken ribs wouldn't stop them from sending the boys out onto the stage. The one rule that was supposed to be unbroken was that the merchandise was to be sold with innocence intact. If a handler was caught dipping his dick into his stock and then turning around and trying to sell them to owners as unused, would meet with swift and deadly consequences. The rich and mighty didn't like to be lied to. Even through all the beatings Azusa felt safe in knowing that he wouldn't end up being trash tossed to the side just because someone couldn't keep it in their pants. At least, that's what he used to believe. I would greatly appreciate reviews if you want to leave them, I will be adding more chapters too! Thank You Lovies!!