BAILEY

25. Wolf. Unclaimed. Approach with caution.

[solitaryandhidden-blog]

Not this again. “How did a guard even get you here?” He wasn’t really asking her, it was more like thinking out loud. He would have to get another guard around to literally carry her back. Christian didn’t want her to crawl all the way back to her cell. “Let’s see if you can manage walking.” He beckoned for her. 

[thedeathlysilence]

Bailey looked down at her feet, recalling the last encounter with the master. He was very insistent that she was to stand with only her two feet and every time she refused to do so, he got agitated. She wasn’t so dull that she didn’t understand that so instead of testing the guard’s patience, the she-wolf slowly rose to stand - very wobbly as she used the wall as support. She may prefer to defy everyone but if this would prevent any pain, she’ll do it. 

[from-beneath-it-devours]

She had understood and so Galadrielle’s eyes filled with mirth and forgiveness. Thus the corpse was slowly pushed back toward the pup for the petite shewolf was not one eat such prey when in this form, so she would share her kill.

[thedeathlysilence]

Lowering her head, she peered up through her bangs as she approached the body once more. Bailey wasn’t sure what had happened but she wasn’t going to complain seeing how the body wasn’t being offered to her again. Taking slow cautious licks at the blood, she glanced back at the mistress every so often.

[solitaryandhidden-blog]

This was going to be tedious and draining. He tried to use body language, and motioned for her to stand up with his hands. “Stand.” His wolf had said something like that to her before. Christian really didn’t want to move her or call in another guard. 

[thedeathlysilence]

She narrowed her eyes, recognizing the gesture from before. The girl tried to get onto her feet with the help of the wall behind her but considering she still wasn’t accustomed to walking on both legs, she defaulted to her hands and knees after failing to stay in position a few times.

[thedeathlysilence]

solitaryandhidden:

Feeling the presence of the familiar wolf, whom he had determined couldn’t speak a work, Christian turned around. What was she doing here by herself. Somebody was clearly not doing their job right around here. Walking closer towards her, he stood in front of her and sighed. Christian remembered how much fun the wolf had playing with her. “Can you stand up please, I’ll take you back to your cell.” 

Bailey never looked away from the guard as he approached her. It was only when he spoke did she reacted, cocking her head to the side. She then looked around to see where the other guard had gone after leaving her here, sniffing the air to catch his scent before returning her attention back to the one before her. She only huffed instead of getting up from her position. 

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[from-beneath-it-devours]

Galadrielle growled at the slave, a warning to not take for granted her feast as it was not her kill, but the petite shewolf’s. And thus gratefulness should be given, not anger.

She would give the food back, but not without proper manners. Beast or not, all kenned of respect.

[thedeathlysilence]

She only retreated back a couple of steps; it had been the adrenaline from the thirst when she had snapped at the mistress. Bailey, though still somewhat seething through her teeth, was trying to calm herself down, knowing by now that lashing out at anyone here was never a good idea. 

[from-beneath-it-devours]

Mirth filled Galadrielle’s gaze upon watching the slave so focused upon her task and thus missing the quick movement of the petite shewolf as she pulled the body away. She smiled at the pup.

[thedeathlysilence]

Her anger sprung to life the moment her blood supply was pulled away. Bringing her attention to the mistress for the first time, Bailey let out a low growl from her chest, telling the other to return the blood. 

[from-beneath-it-devours]

The petite mistress thought she had seen all within these walls and yet when the slave crawled and she saw the glimpse of a pink tongue before it was upon the floor, cleaning with appetite the trail she was leaving, Galadrielle found herself fascinated. Thus she turned the body over, letting the slave see the broken thorax.

[thedeathlysilence]

She continued to lick the blood, moving naturally as the body flipped over. The girl was basically pinning it down despite knowing that it wasn’t going to struggle against her no more. Being as bloodthirsty as she was when she first encountered it, Bailey was absorbed by its scent that the mistress’ presence was completely ignored. 

[solitaryandhidden-blog]

Heading for a walk while on his break, the bar caught his eye so he started to do pull ups on on it. He sensed another presence behind him, “can I help you?” Christian asked, without so much as turning around, as he continued his pull ups.

[thedeathlysilence]

Bailey was led towards the showers a while ago, but the guard who was leading her had her sit there to wait. Having tied down so she wouldn’t escape, she was left there against the wall, leaning back as she watched him do whatever it was he was doing. What was he doing? 

[from-beneath-it-devours]

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“Yes?” she inquired softly as her gaze rose from the eviscerated wolf she was dragging across the ground, a trail of organs and blood following.

[thedeathlysilence]

Bailey watched the trail of blood and everything lead back to the body she was dragging. Whatever was said to her was blocked out as her focus maintained solely on the body. She crawled right up to it and started to lick at the blood while her eyes glowed with anticipation.  

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[flickering-frights-blog]

It would be a true feat indeed to get the little one to comply but Iris was confident with her level of compulsion that she could coerce the mute back to her house. She was strange, this Bailey, with her preoccupation with blood. There were others in the Chateau who shared her inability to communicate but not quite to this level. Iris unlocked her door and the frantic scrambling of an animal in the foyer alerted her that her request had been granted. The vampire, still using compulsion to keep Bailey under control and quiet on the sofa, disappeared into the kitchen, returning with a doe on a rope. Iris decided to use the downstairs bathroom for her experiment. She herded the deer into the bathroom with Bailey and began removing the girl’s clothing, tossing it aside before pointing at the bathtub.

[thedeathlysilence]

Her ears had perked at the sound of hooves scrambling nearby and immediately scanned the area carefully for a prey. Her hunting instinct was raging at full scale yet she remained calm and collected which only added to the she-wolf’s confusion as she stayed on the sofa, not making any movement until the mistress had returned with the doe in toll. She focused only on the animal as she was led along with it down to another room, only lifting her attention away from it when the mistress started to undress her. With her head tilted in confusion, Bailey looked at the pointed finger and then over to where it was pointing towards. Was she to go over there? She kept a wary gaze on the mistress with a few rare glances towards the prey as she slowly crawled her way to the tub and up into it.

[with-a-rebel-yell-blog]

Immediately, as she responded to his touch, Jackson was delighted. His hooded eyes lulled as he curled his fingers into the hair at the nape of her neck and massaged her scalp. The touches were long and firm, first her hair, then her neck and down to the conjunction of neck and shoulder. His fingers kneaded her skin, thumb sweeping over her collar bones and the column of her throat.

[thedeathlysilence]

The girl brought herself close enough to faintly nuzzle against the other while stretching out the back of of her neck as far as possible. His touches were light, unlike what she was used to. Easily made her calm as her once tightened shoulders relax, shuddering as she felt his warmth swept over her collar bones. Her eyes fluttered as her golden hues return to their natural colours. 

[with-a-rebel-yell-blog]

He wasn’t sure what else to do to get her to come closer to him. He’d fed her, talked to her, and was coaxing her like she was some kind of animal trapped in a–oh. But they were similar, this strange quiet wolf, and the grizzled one with his palms on the concrete. When she was close enough, he closed the gap between them, rubbing his fingertips up and down her neck behind her ear, gentle, like he would pet a puppy.

[thedeathlysilence]

At first she flinched out of habit, but as she slowly relaxed, she had found herself leaning into the touch. Whatever the man was doing, she liked it and frankly, didn’t want him to stop any time soon. She closed her eyes while she enjoyed the moment, almost moving in rhythm with each stroke without noticing just how much closer she was against the man. 

[aislinghavenhq]

Enyo didn’t know what to do with the silence coming from the woman she caught watching. She could handle loud mouthed, brazen slaves, but the quiet ones usually unnerved her a little. Still, she wasn’t about to make the thing talk, so she shrugged her heavy shoulders and began to leave.

[thedeathlysilence]

Bailey could only keep her eyes steady on the stranger, never having seen her before. Oddly enough, whoever the blonde was, she didn’t bother to come towards the slave - unlike most who strolled by. With a light huff, she laid her head on the back of her hands like a pup with its arms and legs tucked in. 

[aislinghavenhq]

Enyo watched as the slave she had returned was slammed back in the cell. Uncaring, she turned around to leave, stopping only when she saw another set of eyes looking at her. “What,” she asked, brow raised.

[thedeathlysilence]

The wolf was only curious when she spotted someone being thrown back into the cell. Even after staying here for so long, she had yet to understand why she would see some return while others she would never see again. Perhaps the one in the cell across from her did something good and was granted another day. Her thoughts on the matter were then interrupted by a new voice. Tilting her head, lost with what was spoken to her, the she-wolf remained on her cot.

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