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Thread: gunpowder chant {shuichi + mei}

Elliot lay shivering in his cage, his long black tail wrapped around him for what little comfort it could provide against the shock of the cold metal floor. His dark ears were flattened against his head as well, as he recognized the way people were being brought into the store. It was sales day, again. After days, weeks, months of the bare-minimum of training, the shop would open and prospective buyers would come in to find a pet that would suit their needs. And Elliot was the prize amongst the pets here. Seventeen years, after being bred and born, living in a petshop and still a virgin. A rare commodity, as a pet's virginity seemed to be missing sometimes. After all, pets could get frisky when they were allowed to come together in the rare times that they were put into groups. Unfortunately or rather, fortunately, Elliot was considerably unsocial and kept away from the groups, biting and hissing at anyone who had dared to approach him. But the shopkeeper didn't care - it simply meant that he was more valuable, and would bring in a larger sale than the other pets. And so after the first few tries of putting him with the others, Elliot was kept seperate. Both to prevent him from harming the others, and to prevent him from losing what was precious. Ah, but now. . . He was to be sold, perhaps. To a man, woman, old or young, ugly or handsome - it didn't matter. And for the pets, most didn't care. But Elliot didn't want to be sold - he had heard stories, after all. And like all stories, they were often the dreadful tales of what happened to pets taken in by cruel masters or owners. There were rarely stories of a decent, or loving one. The pet shivered violently again, and closed jade-green eyes. He didn't want to think about that! No, don't think about that. The tip of his tail flicked in an agitated manner, as he finally stretched out, the long angles and planes of his body coming together in a perfect manner, a lean build and a handsome face, and gave a small yawn. Whatever. It didn't matter - virgin or not, his price was too high for most people to pay. So what were the chances of him being bought today? Elliot pawed irritatedly at the collar that was wrapped around his neck. listu
Thread: gunpowder chant {shuichi + mei}

He could only think of one thing. Please don't let me be sold today. Or ever. He certainly had no intention of being all fuzzy and warm to prospective buyers, at any rate, and nuzzling up to them as he had seen other pets do in this store - although there were a few that had attempted to kill possible buyers, and those had earned his rather grudging respect. Like the exotic succubus - she was delightful, certainly, even if she had attempted to kill him several times as well. Clever demon. And, oh, how many have approached him - both men and women alike, enjoying the upturned eyes bright green eyes, his body, and how he carried himself as if he weren't a pet, but even better than they were - more worthy, and they wanted the joy and pleasure of knocking him back down once more, back to the level that he was supposed to be, a bastard child amongst pets with a mother who had run away to spare him this life. Not that it worked, of course - hiding ears and a tail was quite a problem, and it was no wonder that they had both been found once more, Caela the mother sent back to her original owned, and Elliot passed to this repugnant place. He was proud , after all, and that certainly wasn't allowed in a pet like him. Now, though, Elliot would have to deal with another one. He narrowed his eyes, staring at the man suspiciously. Did this human honestly think that he either had the power, and the money, to buy him, to own him? Stupid man. In one respect, at least, he was smart enough not to stick his hand between the bars of the cage, or even approach it. He would've sooner bitten the man and ripped his hand off then even look at him. But he didn't, so he couldn't even allow himself that one pleasure. So Elliot eyed him briefly, alowing himself to eye this. . . person, top to bottom in scrutinizing assessment, as this person had done to him, from where he sat on the floor of his cage. A few of the othe rpets in nearby cages glanced curiously at him, wondering what he would do. Perfectly fine, until you came here and started talking to me, Elliot replied mildly, crossing his own arms and looking quite calm, except for an ear that gave an angry flick.
Thread: gunpowder chant {shuichi + mei}

Oh, is that so? Varick said, a warm and by all means friendly sounding chuckle coming from him. His first thought was that the boy was interesting. From the way he held himself, to the way he spoke. Another person might have been offended by those things... but you'll find I'm not easy to offend, kitty-cat, if that is your game. Elliot's attitude was different from many of the others and that was what drew his interests now. Leaning in, but taking care not to lean too close, as he was well aware of those sharp claws, he continued to smile pleasantly. Das ist aber schade ... He stepped back, and tilted his head, again casting his eyes about the little shop. Nothing of interest was to be seen. No one was watching, and even if they were that wouldn't have concerned him. Your living quarters are small, and I'm sure entertainment here is lacking. So I was hoping I might be the highlight of your day. He then shrugged his shoulders, as if to say this was, yes, a let down, but a minor one. And how are they keeping you? He dropped his gaze and it was drawn immediately to the corner of the catboy's cage, where two small dishes...one containing water, the other what appeared to be a formless kind of mush that was probably meant to be meat. Hmm... Das ist aber schade that's a shame.
Thread: gunpowder chant {shuichi + mei}

A German, then - he was a German, he could tell by the accent now, and that phrase. Too bad he didn't know any phrases or words to which he could retort with in his own language. Ah, well. He'd let that pass for now. But this was strange - he hadn't completely offended the other man, he hadn't left, or cursed him out and given him an angry glare. Why the hell wasn't he mad? Nevermind - calming breaths, now. And no, he wouldn't scratch or hurt this man just yet - even though he could easily reach out and claw at the man with his sharp nails. But he wanted to continue playing this game, wanted to see how he would react. He was certainyl different than the other people who often wandered through this store, pointed at him, and when he gave a snarky reply grew angry and left. This German was more. . . fun . A highlight, but an irritating one. Elliot shifted slightly, letting his legs be splayed out in front of him. His own nudity didn't bother him anymore, nor did it bother anyone else, really. Everyone here, except for the few employees, were all expected to be naked. Well enough so that I stay healthy and alive. He gave a shrug, as if it didn't matter. He was used to this sort of treatment from the owner. Besides, thsi was better than the subsistive living he had for the first couple years of his life, living from day to day. . . Unpleasant. So then, human, am I interesting enough to buy or are you going to move on to find a more willing pet?
Thread: gunpowder chant {shuichi + mei}

Ja , well, an irritating highlight is still a highlight nevertheless, so I am pleased to have given you that. Varick pointed out, flashing a grin as his brown eyes seemed to literally light with laughter. He was an easy to amuse sort of man and this boy was amusing. The urge to reach out and through the bars, just long enough to stroke his hair at least was overwhelming, but he was sensible if nothing else and remained at a distance. And even at that distance he continued to study the boy...and if he said his eyes didn't graze for at least a moment across some of those more interesting aspects of the male anatomy, he would be a liar. Healthy and alive is always good, but is it worth it if enjoyment has to be forsaken as well? Consider. There is a man who is surrounded by good company and is gifted with a comfortable bed and is subject to an easy life. At the age of fourty five, he dies. Young, yes. Now. There is a man who knows little but how to survive. He eats, but the food is bad. He sleeps, but the sleep isn't satisfying. And he has no company. No loved ones. Nothing to remain behind to say that he has been in the world. He lives to the age of ninety, and he dies. With a smile, he asked, Which life would you rather live, kleiner ? He paused, and added, rather sincerely, I would choose the first. Ja yes. kleiner little one male version.
Thread: gunpowder chant {shuichi + mei}

Elliot gave a small, slow nod. True. Ah, he did have a point there, at least. A highlight was a highlight, whether or not it was a good one. A small scowl turned down the corners of his lips as he felt the other man eye him - as comfortable as he could be naked, it was still disconcerting to have this man, at any rate, eye him like that. One of the few times that he had ever really wanted to shrink back and stay in the back, to stay away from people - and this man in particular. But he listened to what he had to say. Certainly an intriguing question - live a long life on a day to day basis with no lovedo nes, or die early but live a life of luxury. Elliot tilted his head to one side. I'd choose the first one, as well, he said in a rather grudging way. So then, is that the life you live? That of a life of luxury? Do you expect yourself to die early? Is that why you and the rest of the humans are so damn materialistic? Certainly, Elliot had a certain grudge against the normal humans - him, the nagas, the merpeople. . . all created for the whims and fancies and fantasies of stupid and selfish humans, fated to live out a life as damned pets or sex slaves. He calmed himself. It doesn't matter to me, at any rate. He glared at the blonde, no longer amused by this 'highlight' of the day. Oh, granted, it had been interesting, passing words between a human that didn't simply stalk off at the first sign of disobedience, but still. . . It was no longer interesting, and he wanted the human gone. Are you done? Are you going to leave? That would be the best for the both of us, after all. Another one of these damned pets might amuse you more, he said stiffly before turning away slightly.
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Not luxury. I wouldn't call it luxury. More like...satisfaction. It doesn't take a lot to satisfy a man. Especially when that man takes care to keep his reason with him. Varick said, but then faltered, at that next, blunt question. Did he expect to die early? You know, you really are a charming boy. For a cat. he chuckled, shaking his head. You're not afraid...that is for certain, and that interests me. Oh, boy, and for your question I don't know. I could have died yesterday. The fact that I stand here, alive and well, is good enough...but human nature prevents us from being satisfied even with the blessings life alone can give. I am materialistic. We all are, including your kind, because take away the ears, take away the tail, and you are us. And that is why, the man who lives but does not enjoy will always be the worst case scenario. ...Or, that's what I believe, at any rate. There was now no denying Varick's interest for this boy. The way he looked at him, his eyes -- so expressive even in anger -- they were beautiful. It was then when Elliot began to lose his interest that Varick's absolutely skyrocketed. And he knew that he would have the boy. Had to have him. Reaching out, he curled the fingers of his hand around one of the bars of the cat boy's cage. The metal was cool, and soothing against his warm skin. He didn't lean in nor did he make a move to touch Elliot, but he stood with his arm outstretched and his hand clenching that one bar. It doesn't matter to me. Varick chuckled, but gave no response. Instead he said, The others don't amuse me. You do, Elliot. I... he began, but stopped, trailing off. ...feel as though I know you. And I have a feeling that you don't wish to stay here any more than you would like to have your right armed removed. Why don't you come with me? If you arrive at my home, and you find you hate it more than this shop, you will always be welcome to amputate -- I hear teen boys are all about making statements these days. It would be very 'cool'. He was joking. Hopefully.
Thread: gunpowder chant {shuichi + mei}

Eyeing the blonde human, Elliot gave a small scowl. I'm certainly not like you in anyway. If I were you, I'd be the one standing outside of the cage right now instead of here, sitting on the cage floor and talking to you. He clawed his hands against the bottom of the cage, nails making gouges and small curls of metal rested underneath his sharp claws. No, that's a lie. I most certainly wouldn't be here in this dingy shop looking for a pet. Elliot glared as the human reached out, one hand curled around a bar of his cage, and he had to resist to stop himself from biting the hand, from scratching at it. It was so tempting , after all, to harm the man and his presumptuous ways. He narrowed his eyes the silly human felt as if he knew him? Was a stupid and idiotic thing to say. Elliot scoffed, and crossed his arms across his chest defensively. But he was right, he certainly didn't want to stay here. . . Too cramped, with the constant annoyances of other pets who cried out for someone, anyone, to take them away from here. But why would he want to live with him? Really, he almost preferred having his arm cut off instead. But. . . just for a chance to get away from here. . . The teen hesitated slightly. Don't lie to me. Why do you reall want me to leave with you? His mouth twisted. You obviously want and expect something from me. So earn at least a meager amount of my respect and tell me the truth. No, he certainly didn't act like other pets he demanded answers, instead of being demure and requesting for them, or simply going along with what he had wanted. Elliot sighed, and slumped slightly where he sat, and brought a hand up to press his palsm against his eyes. Fine, he mumbled. I'll take you up on your offer to get away from here.
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Not a pet. A companion. And a servant. But he wouldn't show him that until later. Chuckling, he reached a hand up to rub the back of his neck. It was a habit. A tic he had that happened to strike whenever he was amused, or thinking. Seldom was it done when he was angry or stressed -- because anger and stress were things he worked to avoid at all costs. Both were emotions of weakness, and weakness...in himself...he despised. To that degree, perhaps he was a little weak. He didn't think about it then how ever. What he thought about was the affronted teen in front of him, who seemed so angry, so hurt. What made you this way? he wondered... The others of your lot are perfectly content...and yet you are not. Again, he was an interesting boy, and despite or maybe because of the flaw that was his swift to flare temper, he would be bought today. Right now. I'm so glad you decided to change your mind, my kleines ktzchen . If you hadn't I think I would be going home lonely tonight. With a smile, he turned and walked back to the counter, where he had a short debate over prices with the shop owner. Elliot's price was a hefty one but numbers didn't scare Varick -- not today, when he was determined to leave with something in hand. Seconds later Elliot was sprung from his cage, the shop owner looking quite wary, as if he expected the teen to tear off and begin ripping the place to pieces. Varick wouldn't have been surprised, either. So he set his gaze heavily upon the boy, lifting the hazel eyes so that they leveled with his perfectly. You will wear this for me. he said in a firmly controlled voice that -- unless faced with the most fiery sort -- could be quite compelling. For now, please trust my judgement. It was a collar made of thick leather with a chain attached. The link attaching chain to collar had been melded in a way that it was not the snap on snap off kind used for real dogs or cats. There would be no getting out of it, once he was in place -- which it would be, with hope, for Varick had no intentions of leaving the shop until this first step was taken. Kleines ktzchen little kitten.
Thread: gunpowder chant {shuichi + mei}

The catboy gave a small scoff, and finally turned away when he saw the human walk away to the front and to the cashier to buy him. Hopefully, the human owner was smart enough to set the price high enough that the blonde couldn't buy him, and he could be left here in relative peace. If being kept in a cage and being fed less than the pets that brought in the real money could be considered peace, at any rate. Whatever - it didn't matter to Elliot. He lifted his hands, and shook out the metal shavings from underneath his nails, and gave a small sigh. Oh, hell - what in the world did he just agree to with this man? So he was to be a pet, a companion Elliot's thin lips curled into a sneer. Really now? And what in the world did those two words entail? What sort of pet, what sort of companion? He honestly doubted that it was to simply purr and nuzzle up to the man at night. No man came into a dingy little shop like this for a pet like that. Whatever you have in mind, human, you're certainly not going to get it from me. But he sighed, when he saw both human and owner come to the front, and the store owner opened his cage. He stepped out, and his hands immediately reached up to tear away at the thing leather collar around his neck, ripping it free easily and tossing it at the store owner's feet, glaring at the man. But he flinched, and then stiffened when he saw the collar in his hands. He narrowed his eyes it was obviously not something he'd be able to get out of like the collar he had just ripped off. Glaring now at the man, he crossed his arms. And here you said I was to be a companion. As far as I know, a companion doesn't wear a collar like that of a slave.
Thread: gunpowder chant {shuichi + mei}

A companion who might try to turn tail and run back to familiar surroundings wears a collar. Varick stated, simply. Now you can stay in this shop with these undoubtedly tasty meals they have to offer you, in that cage where your bed is a mat on the floor...or you can come with me and be treated properly. Like a human being. Those he sensed should be the magic words when it came to dealing with a feral cat such as this. And so, he ran his fingers across the length of leather that was to be Elliot's new collar, appreciating for a moment the strength of the restraint. On the tag that had once been attached, the sales pitch boasted that this was the top-of-the-line collar, the best you could buy, comfortable enough for compliant pets who didn't fight, but durable enough and even painful enough for defiant pets who struggled and tugged. It was he imagined perfect for a case like Elliot, whose sharp tongue didn't seem to know when to quit. Smiling in what he hoped to be a reassuring manner, Varick stepped forward, and slowly lowered the leather band to encircle the boy's neck. He didn't fix the trappings -- not yet. Instead, he allowed Elliot the time to adjust to the slight weight of the item, and the brush of fine leather against his nape and throat. I want you to wear this until I can trust you. he said in a near-whisper. Do this, and you'll be out of this shop before you know it.
Thread: gunpowder chant {shuichi + mei}

Oh, dammit. Now there was one hell of a choice - stay here, with the owner and that cage that thought elicited a slight wrinkle of the nose, or wear that collar and. . . have a decent and comfortable life with this man? Tempting, but he simply didn't want to . . . He bared his teeth briefly, but didn't retort this time, glaring at the man instead as he stepped forward and placed the leather band around his neck. The leather was much heavier than the one the store owner had made him wear. The smile did nothing for him. Elliot refused to look at the man as the collar was finally affixed around his neck, and his hands clenched into fists, his sharp nails digging into his palms leaving bloody crescents. He didn't want it on him - but he was certainly holding the human to his word that he didn't have to wear this after he had. . . And here he had to stop himself from sneering again earned this man's trust? I don't know your name, Elliot said finally. Unless you want me to call you 'human'. At the very least, he had to find that out - simply calling the man human in his rather angry thoughts was annoying, and it simply left him a faceless human to be mad at. He wanted to give this blonde a face, a name - someone whom he could associate his anger with. He stared up at him. Are you sure you don't want another pet? Someone who's more willing? Someone who won't hate you as I do? What the hell are you even attempting to do here, buying me?
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The German's eyes met the neko's. My name is Varick. he stated, watching carefully with a dark hazel gaze as the boy slipped the collar on of his own accord. Smirking, he stepped forward, bringing himself closer to his newest purchase than they had been before. They were maybe a foot from each other. Certainly close enough for the blond to reach out and run his fingers along Elliot's collar. Did he know that this was the symbol of his new life as a slave? Did he have any ideas? Likely, he had some suspicion -- in the short while they had talked, he had gathered that the boy was not only offensive, but rather sharp, too. There was more to it than slavery however...slavery, companionship...they were the tip of the iceberg, poor English words that could only scarcely describe what he truly intended for his boy. Varick took a breath. Unconscious to it, a heat had started to work its way up the nape of his neck. Luckily this would go unseen by Elliot. But Varick knew this sensation all too well as the stirrings of lust. He gave his head a shake, gave the boy another perfectly civil smile. Thank you for cooperating, Elliot. he said. I think we may get along soon enough. An odd statement, but he didn't elaborate on it any further. After checking that the collar was completely secure about Elliot's neck, he took the chain leash in hand. Everything's been seen to, so we'll leave now. he said, and directed his step towards the shop doors. For the first time in god only knew how long, his pet Elliot was going to get a glimpse of the sky, and a small taste of freedom.