Never Cry Wolf

"I'll be the last face you ever see before the end."

[sarah-mcmasterx]

“That makes me a happy camper,” she admitted freely, giving him a playful point. Sarah hated men. If you had a dick between your legs and it wasn’t made of plastic and could be removed – chances were, she wouldn’t like you. Or could only tolerate to a point.

But there was something different here. Perhaps she can tell that he’s never even looked at her in a lustful, nor condescending manner. That’s calming to her. There isn’t some constant need to watch her back.

“I could see how navigating about the city without them would be a challenge. But I did see this guy with puppies, maybe one could be trained into a seeing eye dog?” she joked.

[wolfbornproditor-blog]

“And I am glad for it.”

he’s noticed her scathing words and how quickly to disgust her eyes scarcely veiled. because he is not an animal as most in this city were, too caught up in their desires and their need to breed to remember common courtesy even with slaves. they were things, yes, but they were also alive. how sad it was to see the city had turned into something as disreputable where wolves truly were no better than the animals in the woods.

it was disgusting.

so he treats her as he would any slave; as a person. and he finds humor in her words and a sense of contentment to know she has recognized he is not a threat to her.

“An eye seeing dog for a wolf? That will surely cause a scandal,” he replies with a slight chuckle. “The vampires will have a literal field day with the sheer amount of jokes to be had at my expense and we can’t have that can we?”

[alexandermoreau-deactivated2020]

Alexander glanced over at the man, unamused at his tone of voice and the way he seemingly talked down on him. “Like I’m stupid enough to pick a fight with you. I’m not that naive. I don’t give a shit if you want to talk to the waitress, but perhaps you could let her do her job before you take up her time. Some of us need to get our checks so we can be on our way.”

[wolfbornproditor-blog]

“Then you won’t mind if I take my time.”

because if the man was stupid enough to back down from the challenge then he was no better than the slaves in this city. emrys might have sparred him an ounce of respect if he’d the balls to hold his place. as it was, there’s merely a raised brow and a huff of laughter.

“We’re all entitled to her time, it’s not my fault you’re too incompetent to realize manners.”

it makes the girl’s cheeks flush and he turns his attention back to her, talking softly and with a kind smile. the tip is large enough to have her whispering gratitudes as he brushes dust from his suit. he does not bother meeting the boy’s gaze, he’s already lost what little footing he had to begin with.

“She’s very good at her job, boy. Don’t insult her by whining about how she needs to rush for your sake.”

a smile to the waitress is given over his shoulder before he brushes none too kindly past the mouthy child.

[hellyesdylanobrien]

[sarah-mcmasterx]

“Looking is fine, touching will leave you without hands. Actually, looking may leave you without eyes. Sort of depends on Effy is feeling murderous and protective.”

[wolfbornproditor-blog]

“It was never my intent to touch you.”

there is fondness, rare and fleeting lurking about his words and the soft manner he speaks to her. the slave is one of the few he’d come to appreciate as a gem, a golden example of hidden strength.

emrys liked her.

“Though it would be a shame to find myself                                                             lacking eyes.”

[alexandermoreau-deactivated2020]

“If so then I won’t hesitate to do something about it.”

[wolfbornproditor-blog]

“Like what?”

it isn’t a threat, no, more like amusement that someone so insignificant was so alarmingly naive to believe he would merely roll over at a few stern words. here he’d been content to continue talking amicably with the waitress and complimenting her on her manners.

something this boy was surely lacking.

“Please,” he says with a predator’s smile,                                                          “do elaborate.”

[wolfbornproditor-blog]

trash. trash. trash.

god this city was garbage. festering away in it’s own bile and decaying away, the scent of death a heady brew on each intake of air. standing there looking at the rabid slave, there’s little hesitation when the shot echoes out blissfully piercing.

                                one.                                             two.

the body thuds wet on the cement.

emrys’ eyes dart up, away from the stray and towards an unwelcome guest. guess he’d have to deal with them too.

“Are you lost—?”

a pause. the clip is changed with a surety of hands. the slide pulled back and finger back to the trigger.

“Or are you just foolish—?”

[jacevega]

“You sure do get a lot from a handful of words.” The pup said, eyes not shifting from the mans. If anything, the master really only forced the slave into his mind. Every single fucking day it was another, coming in, watching him like they had the foresight to see something bigger, as if they were in fact the ones who shaped the world and people in it. “I’d have to think about it, so if you’d like to give me some time, I can let you know the next time you stop by.” He said, skirting the line of politeness. Not that he had long to go before the edge took over his tone. 

“I’d rather be myself and know exactly who I am. As to what I think, well, I keep the rest to myself.”

[wolfbornproditor-blog]

“What can I say, it’s a gift.”

The words hang, swaying in the air as both threat and promise. How easily the wolf could force the boy to his whims should he desire it. How quickly he would break bone and sink fang into warm flesh should his temper allow it. Instead he plays the gentleman, pushing only far enough to scrape satisfaction for himself.

The cage door slides open.

A hushed word of gratitude is given to the guard as he steps inside, running his fingers along the grimy bars. Absolutely filthy. Every inch of it, right down to the boy he eyes as a predator it’s meal. Now they can set aside the pretenses that Emrys is any form of savior and that manners held any weight over his decision.

“There is only one choice little pup,” he begins, treading closer with an easy gait. Distance counts for nothing when the wolf has so much room to go, so much he can touch and grip unforgivingly in his hands. The boy’s chin is held fast, eyes forced to meet his own.

“Do you defy me or do you come willingly?”

[once-upon-an-englishman]

-“I might be human b… but I’m pretty sure I can b.. beat you at something. Jus… just give me a ch… chance.”

[wolfbornproditor-blog]

Hot amusement coils at the pit of his stomach. He is hungry, prowling for scraps. This boy, fragile delicacy and tremoring pulse would do quite nicely. Slowly a smirk coils upon his lips, a subtle thing. Emrys makes himself known, chasing off the other would-be companions for the evening with naught more than a pointed stare.

The wolf prowls closer with a charming smile.

“Is that so?”

[ladywolfontop-deactivated201510]

Ailith hadn’t seen him around before. “That’s settled then. I’m Ailith.” 

[wolfbornproditor-blog]

“A pleasure, Ailith.”

[jacevega]

“I don’t think making a statement is whining, not unless my tone suggested I was.” Jace waited until the man was finished, more than eager to turn and focus on the walls of his cell. “I don’t like to think about what if’s or make believe. In doing so is opening the gates for what makes a bad slave.” It was like his mind clicked off and went to autopilot. Repeating whatever bullshit would get him back to silence. 

[wolfbornproditor-blog]

“It is not your manners, pup, it is your manner.”

And it’s truly beautiful watching the boy in the half shadows of the cage. Seeing how quickly those features closed off and hollow words are offered in plying sentiment. All to satisfy whatever need a master or mistress may have. The wolf remembers the flavor of such words, void of emotion and meant to present rhetoric long remembered and scarcely forgotten.

The memory of chains upon his wrists is not a fond one.

Emrys is not one so easily dissuaded.

As the boy speaks, he finds himself intrigued, fighting the urge to shatter well-trained walls and destroy the careful walls of syllables and mild manners. The wolf smiles, slow and with no notion of ill-intent. Fingers curl about the bars of the cage as he watches, tracing the memory of the pup’s footsteps.

“And if one were to open the gates and keep them held open?”

A finger taps pointedly upon the lock of the door.

“Would you choose to be a bad slave or remain shackled by the notion you are good?”

[nahuel-knox]

flicker ;

[nahuel-knox]

Ding ding ding we have a winner. [Nahuel rolled his eyes. He knew would have to deal with this type of master eventually, he just didn’t realize it would be this soon.] Sedna will welcome me with open arms when my time comes. 

God, your one of those masters. I grew up with all types and it was ones like you who I hated the most, they where also the ones I got in trouble with the most. As you so desperately want my name fine; Nahuel.

[wolfbornproditor-blog]

“And you’re one of those slaves.”

Ahhh, sarcasm. A familiar companion it seemed when slaves were the focus of attention. They treated it as armor, bathed themselves within it. Emrys finds the sentiment amusing. Already he toys with the idea of renting this boy, of breaking him, plying him to something more useful than peacocking about with a chip on his shoulder.

A slow smile curls on his lips.

“Nahuel. Lovely name. And here I was going to call you Cac purely for sentiment sake.”

Fingers trace the bars, the wolf pacing outside, eying the boy with idle regard. A nod is given to the guard. The cage door is unlocks and slides open allowing Emrys to better inspect his prey.

“Now— Let’s see if we can find those manners.”

[jacevega]

“I’m glad you think so.”

[wolfbornproditor-blog]

“So, tell me boy, why whine?”

Oh now he laughs, not outwardly so, no he laughs with light breath and humored syllables. The plight of a slave was hardly his concern yet he was pleasantly satisfied in the boy’s manner.

A brow is raised.

“If you had the ability to change your situation, wouldn’t you?”

[michael-westly]

I’m leaving in thirty minutes, I hope whatever you have to say is important and not just a waste of my time.

[wolfbornproditor-blog]

“Is that so-- Then perhaps the King would prefer to hear how his guards are neglectful and allowed the pets to run about with knives.”

[jacevega]

“If I didn’t know any better, I’d start to worry about my nose being broken.”

[wolfbornproditor-blog]

“What an amusing sentiment.”

[ladywolfontop-deactivated201510]

“Didn’t notice you there, sorry.”

[wolfbornproditor-blog]

“No apology necessary.”

[wolfbornproditor-blog]

Pro: I'd be a great bottom for you. I'll even make you smile if need be. Con: you scare the shit out of me

( you say that like it’s a bad thing but really he’s a fan of   turning you on and terrifying you. so buckle up buttercup,   you’re in for a ride. )

[nahuel-knox]

flicker ;

[nahuel-knox]

For the people who actually work in this city, though I have no room to talk on that front. [Nahuel growled lowly when the master grabbed his chin. He has dealt with his fair share of people so he wasn’t going to let this master rile him up.] Who’s gods? Yours or mine? As I am sure mine are completely different than yours. Though I am positive that Sedna already knows who I am.

Why would I want to know your name?

[wolfbornproditor-blog]

“You speak so bitterly of it-- Let me guess, a civilian tossed in a cage.”

It’s not hard to assume, he’s seen the same thing in Pierce. He’d watched and felt the way that once there was a need to rebel and break free. The same fire lurks in this boy’s words, in the defiant jut of his chin.

Emrys cannot help the way he smiles further.

There is a chuckle. “The oceans only hold sway over the living and Sedna holds sway over the dead as well.” A pause is taken, thumb running across skin slowly in quiet contemplation. “Who did you send into her arms I wonder,” the wolf says softly as though to himself.

This boy is wild alright.

“Perhaps so you know who to tell Amarok to sink fangs into next. I know not what you would do with something as powerful as a name.” Emrys lets go, instead glancing aside pointedly at a guard. “Either way, you can tell me now or I can craft one of my making when I take you home later. Your choice.”