Disclaimer: I own none of the characters.
I'm back! I have no clue what happened to my weekend update.... Yeah! I'm finally writing this chapter, since I have been sick all day. Okay well it's gonna be short.
Enjoy!
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Chapter Two
The heavens taken over by darkness cried and fought for their right to shine. A pointless battle which never seemed to stop. Darkness had always claimed the sky. The Heavens that long ago shone with brightness and joy, were now locked away. Below, the terra was no different. One individual, also was locked away from the world. Not only by force, but by its own free will.
Long ebony blood stained hair hid the face of dull acidic eyes and once smooth tan skin. The lithe figure lay upon the stone-furnished floor, having no energy to move. Blood seeped out of old and new wounds.
Rei, as the neko-jin was called, never fought back against the hits and blows. He accepted them all thinking they were signs of love. His master who he loved. No more then a slave, but having the love and desire of a king. Rei accepted the wounds that his master gave him, whenever he did something wrong or just for pleasure.
Yes, Rei was nothing more than a bed slave, given to his master as an act of forgiveness. Who had given him? His very own best friend. His own friend had given him to his master when his friend had been caught in treason. One act of betrayal leads on to another.
When Rei was brought forth and shown to his new master he was swept by the godliness of him. Long silver hair, a bit shorter then his, envious and lustful emerald eyes, and pale skin; almost an albino look. Rei knew that he felt something for his master. Even after his master had taken him, and used him as a rag doll, he still didn't give up. He vowed that nothing would take him from his master, Soon the beatings came, but he still didn't have a sense of disgust towards him.
Rei opened his honey-dipped eyes, and shuddered at the pain that coursed through his body. ' Halen means well. He does love me.' Rei said the same two sentences whenever he was punished.
Pushing himself up, despite the pain, the neko-jin crawled over to the corner of his so-called bed. It was nothing more than piles of ripped sheets and rags. Falling gracefully, Rei was welcomed by the presence of Halen's pet. A legendary white tiger. There were only a few in this world, and only one of this colour. Most of whatever was left had golden stripes, but Halen, being the greedy man that he was, demanded the only one with green stripes. Now Driger, as the white tiger was called, was under the control of Halen.
Golden eyes entered the room, and came to the sight of the beaten and worn neko-jin. Being similar the tiger took in Rei as if it were its own. Strange enough, but true. Even though Driger could do nothing to help Rei, he always watched over the neko-jin, keeping him alive. Gliding over to the tired neko-jin, Driger planted himself protectively around Rei and began to clean Rei's wounds with his tongue.
"Driger?" Rei weakly turned his head, only to be met with a wet and rough tongue on his cheek. "Quiet little one. We don't want Halen to find out I was down here." Driger continued to clean the wounds, not caring for the copper taste. Rei sighed and placed his head back down. He knew Driger was strong enough to kill Halen, but Rei didn't want to see his 'love' dead. Driger also had hidden reasons why he wouldn't kill Halen. Being threatened that Rei would die if he took a swipe at his master was enough to make him sickly obedient.
After Driger had cleaned Rei's wounds up the only way he knew, knowing that Rei would get no medical attention, he planted himself over Rei lightly as too not crush him, and to give Rei warmth seeing as there was no warmth anywhere in the room. Peaceful purring soon filled the room, a sign of protectiveness. **************
Not far from the castle, on a rolling dull bluish green hill, a figure sat upon a horse with a golden falcon seated upon his left shoulder. Hood was covering his head, but the strong wind let a few free strands of lavender fly.
"Master, must we go. I feel a sense of morality and forbidding. Nothing good comes from there." Said the falcon tucking his wings closer to his body, trying to keep loose feathers from fleeing. A deep accented voice broke through the howling winds.
"Yes Falborg. Halen requested our presence. We must answer to him." The hooded figure pulled on the leather reins, nudging the sides of the horse with his heels, giving the horse a signal to proceed forward. "What does he want anyway. He's in good health. He can get his lazy ass off his throne and find his way to us." Falborg continued his complaining, earning a smirk from his master. "True enough. Well think of it this way. When I become king, you can sit and have people come to you." Answered the cloaked figure. Falborg tugged at a lose lock of hair, earning a smack from his master. Flying off the shoulder and into the air, he found it wasn't easy to flying in this condition and swooped down and landed on his master's shoulder. "My apologies Master. Of course it is right for us to go to Halen." Falborg said with falseness. Again the cloaked figure smirked. He too agreed with Falborg, but wasn't going to voice his opinion. Closer and closer the castle came. Whatever Halen wanted, they would soon find out.
I'm back! I have no clue what happened to my weekend update.... Yeah! I'm finally writing this chapter, since I have been sick all day. Okay well it's gonna be short.
Enjoy!
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Chapter Two
The heavens taken over by darkness cried and fought for their right to shine. A pointless battle which never seemed to stop. Darkness had always claimed the sky. The Heavens that long ago shone with brightness and joy, were now locked away. Below, the terra was no different. One individual, also was locked away from the world. Not only by force, but by its own free will.
Long ebony blood stained hair hid the face of dull acidic eyes and once smooth tan skin. The lithe figure lay upon the stone-furnished floor, having no energy to move. Blood seeped out of old and new wounds.
Rei, as the neko-jin was called, never fought back against the hits and blows. He accepted them all thinking they were signs of love. His master who he loved. No more then a slave, but having the love and desire of a king. Rei accepted the wounds that his master gave him, whenever he did something wrong or just for pleasure.
Yes, Rei was nothing more than a bed slave, given to his master as an act of forgiveness. Who had given him? His very own best friend. His own friend had given him to his master when his friend had been caught in treason. One act of betrayal leads on to another.
When Rei was brought forth and shown to his new master he was swept by the godliness of him. Long silver hair, a bit shorter then his, envious and lustful emerald eyes, and pale skin; almost an albino look. Rei knew that he felt something for his master. Even after his master had taken him, and used him as a rag doll, he still didn't give up. He vowed that nothing would take him from his master, Soon the beatings came, but he still didn't have a sense of disgust towards him.
Rei opened his honey-dipped eyes, and shuddered at the pain that coursed through his body. ' Halen means well. He does love me.' Rei said the same two sentences whenever he was punished.
Pushing himself up, despite the pain, the neko-jin crawled over to the corner of his so-called bed. It was nothing more than piles of ripped sheets and rags. Falling gracefully, Rei was welcomed by the presence of Halen's pet. A legendary white tiger. There were only a few in this world, and only one of this colour. Most of whatever was left had golden stripes, but Halen, being the greedy man that he was, demanded the only one with green stripes. Now Driger, as the white tiger was called, was under the control of Halen.
Golden eyes entered the room, and came to the sight of the beaten and worn neko-jin. Being similar the tiger took in Rei as if it were its own. Strange enough, but true. Even though Driger could do nothing to help Rei, he always watched over the neko-jin, keeping him alive. Gliding over to the tired neko-jin, Driger planted himself protectively around Rei and began to clean Rei's wounds with his tongue.
"Driger?" Rei weakly turned his head, only to be met with a wet and rough tongue on his cheek. "Quiet little one. We don't want Halen to find out I was down here." Driger continued to clean the wounds, not caring for the copper taste. Rei sighed and placed his head back down. He knew Driger was strong enough to kill Halen, but Rei didn't want to see his 'love' dead. Driger also had hidden reasons why he wouldn't kill Halen. Being threatened that Rei would die if he took a swipe at his master was enough to make him sickly obedient.
After Driger had cleaned Rei's wounds up the only way he knew, knowing that Rei would get no medical attention, he planted himself over Rei lightly as too not crush him, and to give Rei warmth seeing as there was no warmth anywhere in the room. Peaceful purring soon filled the room, a sign of protectiveness. **************
Not far from the castle, on a rolling dull bluish green hill, a figure sat upon a horse with a golden falcon seated upon his left shoulder. Hood was covering his head, but the strong wind let a few free strands of lavender fly.
"Master, must we go. I feel a sense of morality and forbidding. Nothing good comes from there." Said the falcon tucking his wings closer to his body, trying to keep loose feathers from fleeing. A deep accented voice broke through the howling winds.
"Yes Falborg. Halen requested our presence. We must answer to him." The hooded figure pulled on the leather reins, nudging the sides of the horse with his heels, giving the horse a signal to proceed forward. "What does he want anyway. He's in good health. He can get his lazy ass off his throne and find his way to us." Falborg continued his complaining, earning a smirk from his master. "True enough. Well think of it this way. When I become king, you can sit and have people come to you." Answered the cloaked figure. Falborg tugged at a lose lock of hair, earning a smack from his master. Flying off the shoulder and into the air, he found it wasn't easy to flying in this condition and swooped down and landed on his master's shoulder. "My apologies Master. Of course it is right for us to go to Halen." Falborg said with falseness. Again the cloaked figure smirked. He too agreed with Falborg, but wasn't going to voice his opinion. Closer and closer the castle came. Whatever Halen wanted, they would soon find out.