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Shiloh I only live to serve the King of Fear and am proud to do so. If I am left on my own? That is another story, though I only wish to please him with everything that I do. Gender: None Age: Unknown Sexuality: Pansexual Shifting FCs: Tay Jardine, Ezra Miller, and others...

[thefearling]

rebirth;

[thefearling]

bogisms:

( thefearling)

This one was going to be trouble. Bo had thought that the moment this newcomer had crawled back into his Bog and found him by the water’s edge. One with self preservation in mind and a rebellious  streak. One that could understand when he had wiped her away, off the face of the universe, only to rebuild her again. The mere fact he called ‘her’ a her was trouble. Minions like that didn’t have identities. They didn’t have genders and self awareness. 

    And yet, the monster couldn’t get rid of her.        She was drawn to him as all Fearlings were. Drawn into        his presence, eventually to be absorbed into his being and         spat back out. 

So, he did as all master’s would. He kept an eye on the trouble maker. Not that he feared she would rise up against him. He could squash her between his fingers as though she were a bug and, to him, she was. He also didn’t fear she could lead rebellion. The other Fearlings hardly seemed to give her much time of day, doing their duties as they should.

      He simply watched her because she shouldn’t BE.

Bo had sensed she was attempting to move again. Reawakened to serve, as per usual, from Limbo, but she would always attempt to run. So, he drew her back before she could get away.

    “Careful out there.         You might hurt yourself.”   He stated in a calm tone as he leaned up against the beams    that supported the roof of his shack, up on the second level. 

The fearling’s head quickly turned to gaze upon her creator. She found herself utterly perplexed by her lack of freedom. 

          “I could leave as I pleased           before... Why am I now unable?” 

She could hardly understand the concept, but what was stranger was her perception of time. The time between the development of her sentience and her arrival in the bog was hardly more that a millisecond. However,  she had only just begun to grasp such a foreign concept as time. The instance, in her mind, lasted days or perhaps even another unnamed measurement. 

          Why did she exist? She couldn’t  help           but wonder to herself. Why were the           others not as she was? Why did they           fail to respond when she called out to them? 

She still struggled to grasp even the concept of her own existence. 

          “Why am I different? Why can I ask that           question?” She shouted over to him. “I               need to understand!” 

[thejabberfly-blog]

                          { ‘TWAS BRILLIG }

[thefearling]

ｄｉｒｔｙ;

[bogisms-blog]

One long hand wrapped around her throat, content  to have him press his face up close against hers and giving her a long lick with his tongue. A sinister chuckle rose up in his throat when she spoke and he nodded.

   “Hm. I’m aware.       And yet, you still squirm against       it and try to evade the inevitable.”

[thefearling]

Shiloh closed her eyes, hands clenching desperately by her sides. She wanted to badly to fight him, but knew better. He would do with her as he wished because she belonged to him. 

      “I am sorry, master... I...” She whimpered        slightly. “It hurts.”

[embodimentofterror]

Open

[embodimentofterror]

Everything she had just said was nonsense. And it was annoying and kind of entertaining. It was interesting to see her reaction to him and how hard she tried to please him. “Stop talking.” He cut in on her last question, because why in the world would he ask her to be a footstool. “Firstly everything I make is beautiful, some more so than other. But some are flawed and I have to deal with that.” He moved towards her slowly.

“I do not punish when something is flawed. When something is flawed. I destroy it and make it again. Are you flawed?”

[thefearling]

Shiloh’s eyes widened and her mouth closed immediately in complete Gobedience before she bowed her head slightly, stuck in an internal conflict of whether to apologize or remain silent as he as demanded. 

Glancing up to him, she did not move from her spot. If he wished to step closer, it would be disrespectful to move away despite what her minuscule fear response requested of her. 

“N-no master. I am just as I am meant to be... Made to be just what you wish.” 

[anothermansrhubarb-blog]

               never rub another man’s rhubarb

[thefearling]

ｃｏｍｅ ａｌｌ;

[sandsnake-tyene]

With a crown of ivy leaves over her hair, wearing a secretive smile, Tyene drifted closer to the tent, then stood to the side and peeked in, just to see the crowds they were getting for the night.  “This will be good,” she told him conspiratorially, then winked.  

[thefearling]

Shiloh noticed the eccentrically dressed individual in the back and smirked, knowingly before making his way to the front of the tent. Clearing his throat, but failing to bring silence to the chatty crowd, Shiloh perked a brow, extended two hands before him and quickly clenched his fists, bringing shadows over all surfaces of the tent save the small circle of space meant just for him. Silence fell. “I do appreciate the attention...” He began, looking out among their shocked and uncertain faces.  “The eye is always caught by light, but shadows have more to say...” He grinned, holding his hand up as the shadows began to spin around the tent like a thousand spirits. 

[thefearling]

DR. BLONDE:

“ He ain’t like ta see me frown. ” She ripped a sleeve of her costume and wrapped it around her thigh. “ That he ain’t real. ” Harley replied with a grin. “ Does he pay ya or somethin’? ”

“Ain’t like to see you? I’m fairly new to words... and I can’t read yet, but I feel like those are wrong...” He furrowed his brow, uncertain of the content of such oddly organized speech. “What is this ain’t you keep saying?” The fearling pulled back, almost out of offense. “He created me. I owe him the surface of my devotion.”

[thefearling]

ｏｂｓｔａｃｌｅ;

[spadekeeperwitch-deactivated201]

“That almost sounds like you were….”

[thefearling]

“Maybe, I just like to keep you guessing?” Shiloh grinned, wickedly.

[xformiido-blog]

| Closed - Verse III |

thefearling

“A truly fortunate little thing you are, then. For knowing better, for learning your place. As for how your service… Accompany me during my rounds. It’s a rare instance that I work out in the field.”  

[thefearling]

The fearling bowed his head in respectful submission. “Of course, master. It would be an honor to accompany, to see how it should truly be done...” 

[thefearling]

ｏｂｓｔａｃｌｅ;

[spadekeeperwitch-deactivated201]

“We’re on the first floor though. So what’s the point of pushing them out the window?”

[thefearling]

“You looked very pushable. Didn’t mean I was in the mood for murder or anything.”

[harleqvinade-archive-deactivate]

“ My boss likes me ta wear a smile ta work, b’sides, I find yer story hilarious. Servant a’ who, again? ”

[thefearling]

“You work for the circus or something?” He perked a single brow. “Servant of the boogeyman. What’s so funny about that?”

[edwardscissorhandsx]

starter for thefearling

[edwardscissorhandsx]

“I like it. It’s quiet.” Edward stopped what he was doing, backed away from the tombstone several steps, before turning to face his guest. He treated these memorials to other’s loved ones almost reverentially.

He watched the creature for some moments, just observing, creating a new file for it in his brain. His gaze was warm and soft, but he had the capacity to stare like an animal. It lasted too long for most humans to appreciate. He held himself open, receptive. 

“You’re here too.” It wasn’t accusatory, just stated as fact, as if he were marveled by the coincidence. “Who are you?”

[thefearling]

The fearling watched him, curious of his purpose. Her eyes did not leave his features, reciprocating such, usually uncomfortable, gaze. She failed to recognize the warmth in his gaze, instead labeling it as a foreign emotion to later be researched. 

“I am... Though, I could just as easily find myself elsewhere... This place...” She looked about. “It feels more fitting for myself when I am not hiding... Here I do not feel the need.”

[thefearling]

ｃｈｏｐ ｃｈｏｐ;

[edwardscissorhandsx]

Edward snips his fingers provocatively. “I was created. But, I was created by an inventor who died before he could finish me. I am incomplete.”

He returns to cutting the grass for a bit. “Were you made?”

[thefearling]

Shiloh tilted his head, watching the small action and deciding whether or not to take it as a threat. “You do not look incomplete...” She stepped forward. “What were you supposed to be? You are something regardless...”

Shiloh looked up with darkened eyes. “Yes. Yes, I was. Rather... I was unmade.”

[thefearling]

(NSFW) Hard Dominant Starters

"Come here."

"Suck me."

"Get on your knees."

"You're going to cum for me now."

"Beg for my cock."

"I want you wet for me."

"Mmm this tight ass/pussy belongs to me. Do you understand?"

"You're mine to play with and do whatever I want to."

"You're just here to satisfy/serve/please me. Is that clear?"

"Shut up. I don't care what you want. You're here to do what I want."

"Do you want to cum?"

"Beg for it."

"Louder".

"Not good enough. Try again."

"Good girl, you can cum now."

"You're such a good boy"

"You make me so hard."

"I want to cum in that wet little mouth of yours."

"I want you to swallow my cum."

"Open your mouth, I want you to drink all my cum."

"Spread yourself open for me so I can see you."

"Look at you, you dirty little slut."

[thefearling]

ｈｅａｄｃａｎｏｎ;

  SUBJECT: Literacy

Shiloh cannot read. The fearling has tried many times and can occasionally recognize a few letters. However, Shiloh as a certain form of dyslexia, causing letters and numbers to swirl before their very eyes. Shiloh’s unique brand of illiteracy does not, however speak to the fearling’s overall intelligence level. Shiloh is a quick learner, but does so by observation.

[bogisms-blog]

Bo took the hat and adjusted it atop his head, all proper for display, as a ring master should be. Another adjustment to his coat and a sideways glance to his fearling. He smirked at her statement, but didn’t turn to face her. 

    “They should be. Right of passage happens on Hunt Nights.         You do well in the ring? You also do well on the Hunt.”

He slowly took a stride forward as the other act was wrapping up, then he turned to extend his hand towards her to take. 

    “But let’s make a show of it, shall we?          Got to get them ready for the Hunt, as well.”

[thefearling]

Shiloh watched him, closely as if taking in each movement to learn what pleased him and what did not. To know him was to be successful in her life’s work, whether she had this insight or not. 

       “And if they do not do well, sir?” She         glanced out among the audience. “What         should be done of them?” 

She was hesitant to step after him, but took his hand almost immediately, knowing better than to keep him waiting on such a direct and demanding gesture. 

        “Of course, sir.” 

[noctemv]