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Shadowed >Crimson & Sushi<

SushiGossip

SushiGossip

Infinite Sushi
It was seven in the afternoon when Amaris had been notified that the new werewolf slaves were going to arrive. To be truthful, she didn't like the idea of having such curious creatures as slaves to her and family. She tried to convince her father to not take them as slaves, but he hadn't listened to her. Amaris was particularly worried for the new servants, as her father Calvin had a history of not treating his servants nicely, human or werewolf.


She stood at her bedroom window, which was on the third story of her Victorian home. Two black cars drove into the driveway. Her eyes followed the tall, blond haired figure of her father, a slightly shorter red haired woman following closely behind him. She was Eisley Welsh, Calvin Blackwood's mistress. Her blue eyes glared at the woman with hatred, she didn't like the idea of Eisley replacing her deceased mother one bit.


Huffing under her breath, Amaris' gaze returned to the two black cars. The doors opened to show two, tanned bulky men and a skinny woman get out from the back. She looked over at the second car, waiting to see who would come out of there. She didn't want to greet them just yet, she'd hate to smile and act excited when she knew that they were going to suffer her father's wrath.
 
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Fenris was whimpering, the collar too tight on his neck. He remembered what happened, and it was not good. He had just been exiled for being weak, and as if that wasn't punishment enough, he was ambushed the moment he left the pack's territory. A chain link net made of silver fell from above, trapping him under it. The pain was agonizing, the silver searing through his flesh. In a matter of seconds, he was collared and leashed and was dragged in a car. And now here he is, trembling and whimpering in fright.


He was roughly dragged to the mansion. They didn't even had to drag him, he would have followed willingly, but he heard them say "where's the fun in that?" He was dragged into the lobby of the mansion, where he was left. He dared not move, fearing that someone might come and hurt him. He just sat there, whimpering like a puppy.
 
Amaris' eyes widened and gasped in shock as she saw the creature get out of the car, following the men like a sheep to the slaughter. She had only ever seen werewolves in their human form, and this was the first time she has ever seen a werewolf in their animal form. The werewolf was much more feral looking than she had imagined. Amaris truly thought that werewolves would shapeshift into a regular looking wolf, but instead they looked more like lycans.


Her eyes watched the creature closely, seeing the collar dig painfully into his neck and tremble in fear. How can such a powerful creature become so decrepit? Amaris thought to herself with a slight frown, she hated to see it wounded and weak in such a way. With a sigh, Amaris turned around and walked over to her mirror, giving her lustrous reddish brown hair a couple of more brushes before leaving her bedroom.


She went down the flight of stairs, holding onto the wooden railing as she carefully walked. She stayed by the first step of the staircase, watching as the two men and the girl walk in with two guards trailing behind them. Her father and Eisley then came in, and at last, the men with the werewolf came inside. Her strong blue eyes were seemingly stuck to the creature, unable to look away from him.


Amaris was brought out of her trance when Calvin and Eisley stood at her sides, their hands on her shoulders. She flinched as their skin touched hers, feeling anger rise in her stomach and burn her skin. Her posture became tense, contrasting against her spring dress. Amaris glanced over to her father, a smile plastered on his face, Eisley doing the same. She felt like scowling, but Amaris simply kept a neutral expression. Dave came into the room, and stood by Amaris' side with a genuine bright smile. Just like a photogenic family...


"Welcome, I'm glad all of you are finally here. I'm Calvin, this is my fiancée Eisley," He said as he gestured to the red haired woman. "And these are my children, Amaris and Dave."
 
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Fenris whimpered as he saw people came, afraid that they might hurt him. He can understand the man talking, but he can't respond in the same language. He observed them, looking at each and everyone of them. They are very attractive, in human standards anyway. They seem to be good and kind people, but something felt wrong. He felt something wrong about the, something evil and sinister, except for one. He saw the girl with the blue eyes, the one intently gazing at him. He looked in her eyes, and something felt different inside him. He felt safe as he looked in her eyes, and most of all, he felt happy. He just lay there, whimpering and gazing in her beautiful blue eyes.
 
Amaris was basically lost in her own world as her eyes connected with the werewolf's, their voices becoming nothing but muffles in the background. Something stirred inside of her, not physically, but ethereal, in a way. She somehow felt bound to him, like a chain locking them together. Amaris felt light-hearted and a bit dizzy, but she kept a straight face.


She was brought out of her reverie when she saw that the new servants were being taken to their bedrooms, which were placed in the second floor. The bedrooms weren't bad, they were all nicely decorated and weren't small in size, but not large either. Even though Calvin gave luxuries to his servants and appeared to be a nice owner for the first week, he would eventually abuse them whenever they did something wrong.


Amaris sighed quietly as she followed her parents, demonstrating the assigned bedrooms to the werewolves. She would take brief looks over at the wolf every couple of seconds, feeling that same odd sensation stir inside of her.
 
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After his masters left, Fenris was once again dragged away. But this time, his captors were more violent, slapping him with a cane and kicking him around. He could do nothing but whimper and try to fend of their blows. He was led to his "room", if you can call it that. Being unable to turn human for some reason, he was placed in the kennels along side the hunting hounds, all of which were aggressive towards him.


(Sorry for the very late post.)
 
Amaris sighed and followed the men outside, wondering why they were taking the weakest werewolf outside to the kennel. "Keanton and Dane, why are you bringing him out here with the dogs? My father has a bedroom for him inside," She asked, looking at them as they tossed the large creature into the biggest kennel there was, but it was still much too small for the tall creature.


Dane locked the door and Keanton turned to look at the young woman, an annoyed look on his face. "It's orders from your father," Keanton said and the two men walked off, ignoring Amaris. She sighed, and looked over to the kennel door. She saw that Dane had accidentally left the key wedged in the keyhole. She smirked, and unlocked the door.


Amaris got the chain that was hooked onto the werewolf's silver collar, gently tugging on it. "Come on, I'll take you to your room."
 
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Fenris was cowering in fear, having been intimidated by the dogs. He hid in the corner, trying to get away from the snarling and barking canines, starting to wet himself in fear. To anybody who would see him, he really looked pathetic and weak despite his terrifying appearance and towering form. He heard someone unlock the door, and he immediately hid his head in between his paws, too afraid to look. At first he thought that it was those men again, coming back to punish him for their own sadistic fun, but he heard a different voice. It was the girl with blue eyes, and she was talking to him in a gentle and soothing voice. He followed the girl, mesmerized by her for reasons even he cannot begin to comprehend.
 
Amaris frowned as she saw him cower in fear, feeling her heart squeeze in condolence. She didn't expect him to follow her, but she was surprised when he stepped out of the kennel willingly. She smiled at him and lead him into the house, making sure that no one was around. Her family always went to sleep early, since Dave went to school and her parents were always working. Amaris was usually alone with the servants, as she had already completed high school and was searching for a college to go to.


They went up to the second floor, going to the servant's bedroom. It wasn't bad, it was medium sized and was simply decorated. There was a bed with white sheets, a shelf with a couple of books, a drawer for clothes with a television resting on top of it and a wooden closet pushed up against the wall. The window looked out to a lake that was right in the backyard, the light of moon glowing inside.


Amaris took him into the bathroom, which was also simple with light green walls. "We should clean you up," She murmured, knowing that he could hear her clearly. She turned the knob of bathtub, warm water instantly pouring into the tub. She looked at the wolf, seeing the painfully tight silver collar on his neck that already created a terrible wound. "Wait here, please," Amaris said before disappearing and leaving the servant's bedroom, deciding to search for the key. She had an idea of where it was.<p><a href="<fileStore.core_Attachment>/monthly_2014_09/57a8c063529e4_BedroomBathroom.jpg.072ff20faaff5ec3edc04e2c0066d7e6.jpg" class="ipsAttachLink ipsAttachLink_image"><img data-fileid="29963" src="<fileStore.core_Attachment>/monthly_2014_09/57a8c063529e4_BedroomBathroom.jpg.072ff20faaff5ec3edc04e2c0066d7e6.jpg" class="ipsImage ipsImage_thumbnailed" alt=""></a></p>

 

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Fenris followed her without hesitation, following her like a duckling to its mother. He walked quietly, afraid that someone might hear him and start to beat him up and whip him. When he arrived in the room, he immediately jumped on the bed, lying down on it. It felt so comfortable, so soft and warm. It was way, way better than lying on the ground. The girl then said something about cleaning him up. He obliged, going in the bathroom and waiting for her to come in. The collar in his neck still felt painful, but it had somehow lessened. 
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Amaris scoured the drawers of nearly all the rooms for the key to the collar. She then decided to search in the spare room, where the servants kept an extra of everything. Going inside, Amaris flicked on the light and quietly searched for the keys, and found many of them inside of a plain wooden drawer. Taking them, Amaris quickly returned to the wolf's bedroom, closing the door behind her.


She warily went over to him, staring at him in the eyes. "I want to take the collar off," She told him, relaxing her body language so she could demonstrate that she didn't want to hurt him.
 
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He waited, in the bathroom, trying to wait for her to come back. But the water was too tempting, so warm and nice. There are also bubbles, which he have never seen before. Unable to resist it any more, he dove right in, giggling as he played with the water. The bathtub was just his size, which made it comfortable for him to roll around. He saw the girl entered, having a key in her hand. He extended his neck, showing her the keyhole for the collar.
 
Amaris shook her head and giggled quietly as she saw the ferocious looking creature covered in bubbles, obviously happy to be inside the tub. She gently put the key inside the keyhole, not wanting to cause the the werewolf pain due to the terrible wound the tight collar had made. Carefully, Amaris unlocked it and gently took the collar off, flinching with a silent gasp at the sight of the deep red wound.


Putting the collar inside the sink, Amaris took out a first aid kit from the cabinet. "I'm going to have to close that," Amaris said, opening the white box and taking out some various objects. She took out a pair of rubber gloves and put them on and then took out disinfectant, a needle, a silk thread, gauze and clear tape. Going over to him, Amaris squeezed some of the clear disinfectant into her hand and gently rubbed it onto the wound, then stitching the wound closed.


Throwing the gloves into the trash bin and putting the kit back into the cabinet, Amaris decided to scrub the werewolf. She knew that werewolves were able to transform into a human, but she wasn't sure if he was able to. As she squeezed some shampoo over his head and back, Amaris began to lightly massage the soap into his fur. "I was wondering... can you change into a human?" She asked, looking up at him.
 
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Fenris barked in relief as she removed the oppressive collar from his neck, his tail wagging happily. He felt so nice now that the collar was gone, he barely even noticed the wound until the girl told him about it. Closing the wound hurts him like hell, but he remained quiet and motionless, quietly whimpering. He shook his head as the girl ask him if he can turn human. He tried it before, but it seemed that his body restricted him to do so for reasons he doesn't know.
 
Amaris frowned in confusion as he shook his head, wondering why he couldn't he couldn't shapeshift. Most of the werewolves her father had owned in the past were able to shapeshift, but the silver collar would prevent them from changing. If you were a wolf when the collar was placed, you couldn't shift into a human and vice versa. As she thought of that, Amaris got an idea. "The collar doesn't let werewolves shift. Now that I took it off, do you think you'll be able to shift?" She asked as she poured water on him to dissolve the soap and bubbles.
 
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He shivered as she poured water on him, loving how cool it feels on his body. He again shook his head when she asked him to shift. "I, c-can't" He said, obviously struggling to speak. He knew a few words, but he finds it hard to say them, his vocal cords won't allow it.
 
Amaris' eyebrows rose as she heard him speak, his words coming out very raspy and growl-like. "When was the last time you shifted?" She asked Fenris and unplugged the tub, the munky water going down the drain. She took a large towel from the rack and began to dry the wolf off, his black fur obviously cleaner and softer. She tossed the damp towel into the hamper and then washed her hands.
 
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He was truly enjoying the bath, even getting kind of disappointed and sad when it ended. The girl dried him off, although she didn't really do a good job. He shook off the excess water, which were a lot, and it splattered all over the bathroom and on the girl. "Ne..ver." He said in reply to her question. He saw most, if not all, of the other werewolves shift into human, but it seems that he couldn't and he tried it a lot.
 
Amaris jumped behind the door as Fenris shook, the water flying everywhere but she was left dry. She stepped out from behind the door and gave Fenris a look, rolling her eyes with a smile and taking out the first aid kit again. She took out some gauze and a piece of clear tape, wrapping the cloth around the wolf's neck and taping it together with the piece of tape. Putting the stuff away, Amaris opened the door of the bedroom, planning to go to her room now.


"I thought all werewolves were able to shapeshift," She murmured to herself, stopping at the door of the bedroom. "But anyways, I need to go to sleep and so do you. If you're not tired, you should really try to shift. Maybe tomorrow I could help you try to figure out why you're not shifting."
 
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He flinched at the sight of the first aid kit, but it wasn't as bad as before. The girl keeps speaking, but he was not paying attention, too busy playing with his tail. When she said she was leaving, he suddenly became frantic, afraid to be left alone. "No!" He yelped, hugging her foot. "Don't..leave. Me..afraid." He said, looking up at her with his big yellow eyes.
 
Amaris was caught by surprise when Fenris all of a sudden held onto her leg like a clingy child. Though, he had a reason to want her to stay here with him. He was afraid of being abused again, just like he had with other people or where he was held until he was sold.


She looked at her dainty watch, seeing that it was only nine thirty in the afternoon. She looked at Fenris and nodded slightly. "Okay, I'll stay here with you longer."
 
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Squealing in delight, the werewolf pounced on her, knocking her over. He kept licking her face, leaving slobber all over her. "Thank you! Thank you!" He said again and again, although he still has trouble saying it. He finally got off her, a huge smile on his face. He sat down like a doggy would and barked happily at her.
 
Amaris gasped in shock as he pounced on to her, holding in a shriek as he covered her in his drool. She stood up, snatching some tissues from the table beside the bed, wiping it off her face and threw it into the trash. "Don't make so much noise, I don't need my dad to find out I'm in here with you," Amaris told him, sitting on the edge of the bed.
 
At the mention of her father, Fenris looked at her in fright, he scurried off like a frantic dog, which he is.Like a dog afraid of lightning, he hid under the blankets, whimpering in fear. "D-Don't tell." He said, afraid that she might tell her father what he did. He lay down on his back, his stomach exposed. He is so thin that his ribs are showing. "Rub tum tum." He said, patting his stomach. Whenever he's afraid, he liked getting his stomach rubbed, which his mother often do.
 
Amaris became tight lipped as she watched Fenris run off in fright when she mentioned her father. She then sighed, scooting up onto the bed to sit down next to him. She knew he had the right to be fearful for his life, but she wanted to see this ferocious looking creature brave and fearless, but she didn't know how to toughen him up. After all, she wasn't a werewolf and she didn't know what were his strengths and weaknesses.


She flinched as she saw his rib cage protrude from his skin, not really wanting to touch him. She didn't want to touch bones, but there was something odd telling her to do it. With a silent gulp, Amaris lightly ran her fingers on his stomach, the fur on his belly just as soft as the one his back. "You're so skinny..." She murmured, feeling her stomach twist in agitation as she felt the bumps of his bones on her slender fingers.
 
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