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brutias:

It was clear that the other was surprised to hear that someone as powerful as a dragonborn would have been kept captive and abused by others, but he knew that Einar’s case was a special one. Giving a small nod, the dragonborn sat his chalice aside as he moved to rest his elbows onto his knees. “They did a lot of things to him, and while I know that you would not hurt him…. his views of your kind are skewed because of his experience.”

Derik didn’t like the idea that his kind had hurt the dragonborn, especially because it gave him a bad image. He watched his master for a long moment before nodding his head, “Then I won’t talk to him...” He responded, deciding that was the best avenue. “I don’t like that they hurt him...”

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Ah, Einar... He had wondered when Derik would question about him. "He will stay as long as he likes... but you're right... he doesn't like you. But that is because he, like you, has had a bad past. Where you want to avoid vampires, he wants to avoid werewolves."

Derik furrowed his brow at that, he’d never thought about a full breed having a rough past just like him. “...Did my kind hurt him?” He asked and hummed, “I wouldn’t hurt him.”

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The question that came was one that the dragon wasn't expecting, his head tilting to the side in curiosity as he tried to figure out what prompted such a thing, before he finally nodded. "I do not see why not."

Maybe it was seeing Glenn and realizing that Brutias was not him, or the fact that he felt like laying his scent all over the dragonborn’s bed before he claimed another. He didn’t know. He grunted and nodded his head. “Okay.” He furrowed his brow, “How long is the other going to be here... The dragonborn who is avoiding me? I don’t think he likes me.”

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"You will still fight for me, beast slayer. Of that you need not worry about." He knew, very well, that his pet had been broken by his previous master, but he had thought that Derik would've known how serious he had been about his claiming him. After all, he didn't claim pets on a whim.

Derik nodded his head, “If you want him, then you should have him.” Derik responded as he ran a hand across the back of his neck. He paused for a moment, debating, “Can I sleep in your bed tonight?”

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"Good. Then I shall make the arrangements," Brutias stated with a nod before he listened as the other spoke, explaining that he had no say in if he bought anyone. "While we may not be lovers, it is still something that I feel is right to ask you about... given that you will help me train him."

Derik nodded his head and clenched his jaw subtly. He hated this, hated how everything was just a little bit harder since his last claim. A crippling fear that maybe the man was going to replace him even though he knew it wasn’t true. “As long as it means that you aren’t displeased with me... and that he stays out of my space.”

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"A dragonborn by the name of Bellamy, and his pet Grey. I would understand if you would not be up to such a meeting, given the last dinner party I had you attend, but he did invite you so I thought I would extend the courtesy of asking. I will say, though, that I am contemplating purchasing another pet. Would this trouble you?"

“It’s fine-- it’s just two people.” Derik grunted out and shrugged his shoulders. If the man wanted to have a dinner party, so be it. He licked his lips. “I can’t dictate who you buy-- if you want someone else... that’s up to you. I don’t have any foolish ideas about me being your only. We’re not lovers.” He’d gone that route before, and it only ended badly. He was possessive after all, but Brutias didn’t need to know that.

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brutias:

If there was one thing that Brutias tried to instill in the pets that he owned, it was the enjoyment of taking life. While he knew that sometimes it was hard to coax, some creatures had a natural inclination towards the kill… towards the hunt, and that was precisely what Brutias was trying to reawaken in his beast slayer. He had known the man to be violent and ruthless when he had first trained him and now? Now he was simply a shell of the wolf he used to be. And that was something he planned to change.

Watching as his pet got to his knees, the master took a few steps forward before he let his bloodied fingers brush against his forehead, marking his skin red with blood. His thumb then brushed underneath each eye and the bridge of his nose. “With this blood, I mark you as mine. No longer will you be known as simply Derik, but Derik the Beast Slayer and in the arena, you will be announced as such.”

His thumb then moved to Derik’s chest, coating the toned, horizontal line of his chest in blood before he crossed it with a horizontal stroke of the substance. “To cement this union between warriors, you must eat the flesh off of your kill’s heart,” he stated, offering the heart to the pet. “Only then will you shed your old life and embrace your new one as the champion you truly are.”

Whatever wolf he had been, it was still there, somewhere beneath the surface. It showed it’s face when he was faced with vampires or in the heat of a battle. It was when he wasn’t fighting that things seemed to change. Where he became timid of scared of people. Even a wolf like Derik could only take so much abuse from someone before he changed.

The wolf watched his master as he moved forward with the blood to mark him, he closed his eyes for a moment, enjoying the feel of the liquid as it was brushed across his skin. To be lavished in blood that was not his own was the thing he enjoyed the most. He opened his eyes, watching the man as he told him what he would be known as.

The wolf looked to the heart and reached out to take it from the man, fingers curled around the still warm flesh before he brought it to his mouth and bit into it. He got himself bloody as he ripped apart the flesh, devouring it until there was nothing left in his hand but the blood from the creature.

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howlingglenn-blog

Glenn stretched as he came out of the lake. As long as he played nice with the merpeople, they allowed him to chill in the lake. And they didn’t mind his nudity. Getting out of the lake, he laid on the soft grass, eyes closed, and not opening even as he felt eyes on him. “You need something?”

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Derik crossed his arms over his chest and watched the man as he moved about. His nudity didn’t phase him. He licked his lips, “No.” He grunted out.

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"How would you feel about attending an intimate dinner party with another master and his pet?"

Derik crossed his arms over his chest, “Who?”

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brutias:

It was easy to see that Derik was enjoying the freedom, that he was enjoying connecting to nature. He had no doubts that he would enjoy this ritual of his. After seeing him on the battle field and giving him battle cries to hype the half-breed up, he knew that he would no doubt enjoy this. And as he ran off, Brutias knew… it wouldn’t be long before he returned.

And he was right.

It didn’t happen within a second, no, but in less than twenty minutes Derik had began to return, the sound of leaves crunching under his bare feet and the heavy weight of a body being drug against the foliage announcing his arrival, and he turned to see a doe. He was disappointed to see that there wasn’t any blood spilled, as he had thought the man would have used his claws, but he knew that that would come in time.

As the doe was presented to him, he shifted his hand enough so that the nails became claws and he dug into the doe’s chest, pulling out the heart before he moved to place it upon his free hand. With one hand holding a heart, and the other bloody, he turned to face Derik before he gave a nod. “Kneel, Derik.”

His last master had disliked excessive blood, finding it tasteless and preferring Derik to kill with precision. Almost like a deadly source. That– and if he were enjoying his kills too much, it was often a means to punish him. He wasn’t meant to enjoy his kills, simply to bring the man honor.

The wolf dropped the doe before his master, his chest heaving slightly from the adrenaline the hunt had brought him. He shifted slightly, looking to the man before nodding his head and dropping to his knees before the man that had claimed him. Hopefully for the last time.

The wolf wondered if they would feast on the doe tonight as a reward for his hard work or if he had not earned it quite yet. Still, he remained kneeling, eyes staring at the man and waiting for whatever was to occur next.

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brutias:

Once he was close enough to the stream, he moved to dismount from his horse himself and Xovus moved to drink from the river as soon as the tremendous weight was lifted from his broad back. A chuckle left his lips as he noticed the way that Derik seemed to be pleased about being out among the trees, and when he asked if they could do this more, he tilted his head to the side. He knew it was against the rules to be out with a pet outside of Aeternum for a long time, but perhaps he could take Derik out every so often to enjoy nature? It was, after all, a common thing that most supernatural creatures felt a call to.

“Let us wait until we get through our ritual, Derik, but if you find yourself enjoying this… We can make it a habit of ours. A way to get in touch with your instincts before every fight you shall face in the arena.” Of course, they still had the pesky details regarding the ritual that they still had to do, one that marked Derik’s as is. And that was why he took a step backwards and gestured to the man’s shirt. “But for now, Derik, I need you to remove your tunic. You are to hunt with nothing but your bare hands and bring your kill to me. Return to me with your prize and we shall commence the ceremony of my own.”

Part of him wanted to tell Derik to not be foolish, but he knew that the man wasn’t foolish enough to try and run from a dragon. That would only inevitably end with him punishing the poor pet. “Now go, Derik. Unleash the warrior. Unleash your inner beast!”

Derik couldn’t help but watch his master as he moved. He was attractive, and he vaguely wondered what it would be like to be curled up against or have the man curled around him. He was warm, warmer than Derik was. He licked his lips at the thought before he shook his head to make it go away. He was just his master after all, not pack.

Clearing his throat, he did as he was told and began to remove clothing from his body. He was not ashamed to be naked in front of the man. Far from it actually. He dropped his tunic to the ground and flexed his muscles so that he could feel the air around him.

As the man shouted, told him to unleash his beast. He took off. Running through the forest and seeking out a creature. It took some time but he eventually located a deer. Feeling ballsy, he took off towards that creature. Moving as quick as he could before bounding from the bush. He latched onto the doe and pulled her to the ground. Snapping her down in a movement that would snap her neck. Once the creature was dead, he began to drag it back towards his master.

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brutias:

The other’s statement wasn’t one that Brutias was expecting, but it was one that he could understand. He could understand why the wolf wasn’t able to promise standing up for him, why he had trouble even saying such a thing - it was because he had been hurt, broken. He hoped, in time, that the pet would learn to stand up for him without having to try, but for now? For now try was good enough. It showed that the pet was willing to work on bettering himself.

Of course, as a dragon born, he highly doubted that there’d come a time when he would need to be there to stand up for him, but the sentiment was nice all the same. And just before he was about to comment, the wolf spoke up once more, admitting that he wasn’t sure if he could lay with him. That had the dragon’s snake eyes shifting towards the wolf as a hint of a smile teased his lips. “You need not worry, Derik. As I said, I will not touch you. Not unless you desire it of me.” He took care of his champions, treated them in a way that made them want to fight harder - not beat them to the point where their will to live slowly began to dwindle.

As Xovus passed the tree line, he gestured to a small stream as he glanced back at Derik. “We should stop and water our horses here, make a camp. And you’ll need to get ready. You have a hunt to prepare for.”

Derik nodded his head and for now he was willing to accept that response. It wasn’t that he found the man unattractive, just that being intimate was a difficult thing for him to do with anyone. Maybe he would get there someday, but he couldn’t promise that. He could possibly never be ready to be with the man and that was something that bugged him. He hated feeling like a broken toy.

Eyes looked towards the stream and he nodded his head. He moved closer before unmounting for Lume. He patted her on the neck and guided her towards the stream so that she could have her drink of water. After a moment, he looked over at his master. “Hunt? What are we hunting?”

The half-wolf closed his eyes for a moment and took in a deep breath through his nose. “I haven’t slept outside since I was with my pack...” He opened his eyes and looked at the man. “Can we do this more... or is it just a one-time thing?”

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howlingglenn:

“I was naive!” he snapped. “I’d killed every previous slave. I thought it would make you think and learn to behave. I loved you. Why would I just throw you away or wish for you to be hurt?” The feelings were still clearly there, as it was rare for Glenn to get upset over a pet. “I told you I’d come back for you.”

“And he nearly killed me.” Derik wasn’t sure how loved worked, but he doubted it was like that. He’d loved the man once too, but he’d felt so betrayed he’d allowed his master to beat him until he couldn’t breathe. To treat him like trash without even fighting back. “I hate you. You taught me that no one can ever actually love me.”

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howlingglenn:

Glenn wouldn’t touch Derik, no matter how much he wanted to. He knew the rules and wasn’t about to get into a dangerous tango with one of the few creatures he couldn’t fight – mostly because he was outsized by dragons. “When you love and care for someone, you help them recover. This wasn’t my intention, but they would have killed you had you continued to act out and I wasn’t about to beat you.” Beating people didn’t make them want you. It did the opposite, obviously.

The wolf didn’t like being faced with the master, not when he was only just beginning to recover from his last claim. “You threw me away-- You knew they could have killed me either way.” He turned so that he could look at the man, eyes flashing golden. “That’s not a lesson. That’s torture. You’re the one that broke me. Not him.”

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brutias:

Slowly it seemed that Derik was beginning to open up, speak more, and Brutias wondered if it meant he had earned Derik’s trust or, at the very least, his respect. Whatever he had earned, though, he made sure to keep quiet as the man spoke, not wanting to interrupt him and wanting him to know that he was able to speak freely. He did, after all, respect him enough to allow him to speak his mind. All of his champions could, because they needed to be treated with respect. Not beaten until they were nothing.

For awhile after Derik spoke, Brutias remained quiet as he listened to the sound of Xovus and Lume’s hooves, trying to think of what to say before he glanced over at him. “Your master beat you, and for that, he was rewarded with your freezing. He nearly beat the fight out of you, and that is why you froze. Because subconsciously, you knew that he didn’t deserve you to stand up for him.” Pausing, the dragonborn glanced back over at his pet for a brief moment before he gave a stiff nod. “I will admit, I have a dungeon in my castle. However… you will not set foot in it. Not unless you try to run from me, but because I can tell you are a sensible creature.. I doubt we will have that problem.”

Shifting his gaze back to the road, he leaned back for a brief moment as he took in a deep inhale, trying to think of how to best frame his next words. “I assure you, Derik… This fourth brand will be your last, and my hands will only be upon you if and when you so desire.”

It was strange for him to be able to speak his mind when he’d spent so many years barely speaking one word for months at a time. Silence was so much easier, and he nearly felt like he’d lost his voice. But was coming back, not as confident as it had been before, but he felt it coming back. He never thought he’d get that part of himself back. Especially after everything that had happened to him.

Slowly, he nodded his head. “I...” He couldn’t promise that he would stand up for the Dragonborn, but he could try. “I will try to stand up for you. Harder than I did him.” He said. It was the only bit of loyalty he was able to offer the man. If he were to really be his last claim, he owed him at least that.

The half-wolf nodded his head in understanding, “My last.” He cleared his throat and picked up the pace of his horse slightly so that they weren’t lagging because of him. “I... I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to lay with you.” He said with a soft clear of his throat. “He used to... He used to use it as punishment. I don’t like it much anymore.”

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howlingglenn:

Glenn was annoyed when he heard the growl from the other and was quick to take the drink from him. Golden eyes watched him dangerously, curious as to what the other’s reaction would be. “Even after I said I was back for you,” he snarled, though his voice remained quiet.

The wolf clenched his jaw as he heard Glenn snarl at him. He dropped his hands down and held them tightly there to keep them from shaking. “I’m not what you want anymore--”

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alphaklavs:

Niklaus had made his excuses, moving past familiar faces to get himself a drink. He hadn’t been back in a few months and now he had returned, there was no place like home. Finally reaching the bar, the male brushed past another, barely offering care before the growl alerted him of their distaste, his head turned to the side, eyes narrowing, “I hope that ain’t for me.”

Derik had promised to be on his best behavior and he usually had an issue standing up to masters anymore. But he was too close for his liking. He took in a deep breath and gulped down more whiskey. “Just... Don’t touch me.” He responded though he was trying to not be as threatening as he had been before.

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