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Post by Niitari on Oct 17, 2014 21:51:49 GMT
A lot of banging and other related din rose up from the living room as Fino worked diligently at his own project. At Deniz’ words, he looked up from what he was doing and turned the nail gun off. “Coffee would be good. But make mine iced. There should be plenty of ice cubes in the freezer.” He got to his feet and brushed his hands off on his pants. He headed to the bathroom to get cleaned up before dinner, not wanting to bring varnish peelings and sawdust to the dinner table. The smell was wonderful whatever it was that Deniz was cooking. It smelled very earthy and hearty. Good, cause I’m starving. He finished washing his arms and face, then went out to the dining room and sat in a chair, surprisingly not the one that was at the usual head of the table.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 17, 2014 23:01:11 GMT
“Yes, master,” Deniz nodded and he rushed back into the kitchen to fill up the kettle and put it on. Going to the oven, he stared down at his cooking omelet before flipping it, his mouth beginning to water. He was lost in the sizzling, and overall smell of his food. So much so that his teeth had started to elongate, his face started to push out into a muzzle, and a light dusting of black fur covered his skin. Click. The Satellite jumped, startled out of his trance and his shift into wolf form. His face grew hot, and his jaw clenched as he went over to the kettle to unplug it. Leaning against the counter, he closed his eyes, and breathed in and out slowly. He felt his face push back in, and his teeth shortened to their regular human length. Inhaling and exhaling a few more times, he opened his eyes and checked himself over to make sure all the fur had disappeared as well. So maybe he wasn’t in as much control as he thought, but he had managed to catch himself before he had completely changed forms. If it wasn’t for the kettle boiling over and being done I’d be a wolf right now…. With his jaw clenched again, he pushed himself away from the counter and continued on with his task. Preparing a glass and the coffee, he grabbed a fork, knife, napkin and his master’s plate once he heard the werehawk go into the dining room. He set the plate down in front of his master, placing the cutlery on either side of the plate. “How do you like your coffee, master?” If the Satellite were to take a guess, he would have taken Fino to be the type that liked his coffee black.
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Niitari
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Post by Niitari on Oct 18, 2014 2:18:25 GMT
He leaned back in his chair as Deniz entered and set the table before him. Soon as the food was set before him, the smell hit him more, tickling his nose and making his mouth water. It looked beautiful. Damn, that smells good, he thought, just now realizing that he really was terribly hungry despite the decent breakfast that he had made not all that long ago. "A few ice cubes, two spoonfuls of sugar, and half of it needs to be creamer. There's white chocolate mochiatto flavor in the fridge door. Should be enough left for a few more cups." He picked up his knife and fork and very tenderly cut into the omelet. watching as steam wafted out from the inside as it made contact with the open air. He picked up the bite he cut, and he popped it into his mouth, barely wincing since it was still rather hot yet. But the flavor as so delicious, perfectly preserved and mingling with each individual ingredient to form a savory medley on his tongue. "This is very good, Deniz," he said.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 18, 2014 2:53:32 GMT
Deniz stepped back and went over his master’s coffee order in his head a few times. A few ice cubes, two spoons of sugar, and half of it needs to be the white chocolate mochiatto creamer. When he saw Fino cut into the omelet and put a piece into his mouth, he froze. Torn between waiting to hear his master’s verdict of his cooking and running back into the kitchen, his muscles tensed and he remained where he was. He caught himself staring at Fino, his mouth hanging open slightly. He looked away, holding his hands behind his back, while his mouth opened and closed. Two compliments in one day. “Yes, master. I’ll go make your coffee, and thank you, master. I was told I am a fairly good cook when it comes to the breakfast sort of meals.” Bowing slightly, he left the dining room and returned to the kitchen. Quickly switching off the burner, he took his omelet out of the pan and onto a plate. Returning to the kettle, he poured in the hot water. Opening a cupboard, he found the sugar and put in two spoons full. Getting a spoon, he mixed it together as he added the creamer and finally put in the two ice cubes. Taking out a fork and knife for himself, he picked up his plate in one hand and took the cup in the other. The Satellite returned to the dining room, carefully placing the coffee next to his master’s plate. Walking around the table, Deniz went and sat down across from the werehawk. Taking his knife and fork, he began cutting up the omelet into a number of pieces. His mouth began to water again as the smell hit him in a fresh wave, and he had to remind himself that the omelet just came out of the pan.
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Niitari
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Post by Niitari on Oct 21, 2014 20:19:47 GMT
"I'll keep that in mind," he mused aloud as Deniz left to prepare his own meal. Fino took his time eating the omelet, savoring each delicious bite, letting the flavor roll around his tongue a while. He knew he had things to get done, but all in due course. He would not rush such a meal as this. He sipped his coffee as well, for once having relaxing meal. He realized then that to some extent, he had missed this about Satellites: never rushing to do things for himself, living a pampered lifestyle with a single person to wait on him hand and foot. Of course, Fino had been bred out of the soft life some years ago when reality took harsh turn for the worst. He had to rely on his Satellite for protection then, and so the menial labors had fallen on his own shoulders once more. He had felt a slave to the both of them then, having to take charge as the two of them were on their own now. No parents or friends or guardians to coddle and handhold. He had to find their food, cook it up, build the fire, build shelter, read maps, cover their tracks, bind wounds, wash clothes: all those things he had long taken for granted. He knew even now, as he stared at the food on his plate, that he would never fully return to a pampered lifestyle again. It had little to do with the hard road ahead of him and more to do with his own desires. He did not want to be cushioned or grow soft. He liked the challenge and how string it made him. Even if I was king, I think I would go down and wrestle with a bear by myself in the woods ever now and again. He meant that figuratively, not literally. Bear wrestling was something werebears did. Fino paused and watched Deniz eat, a very serious expression on his face as he continued thinking his own rambling thoughts.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 22, 2014 3:19:58 GMT
Deniz watched his master eat slowly, feeling a flicker of pride come to light at finally having been able to do something he was certain his master needed and appreciated. Seeing the steam drifting up from the omelet had lessened, the Satellite begun to eat. He hardly savored his meal like Fino did, but he did his best not to actually devour it without chewing at least once. He hadn’t been allowed to taste something he had cooked before. It was always the instructors that they had cooked for. He had to learn how to cook properly and precisely without ever tasting any of the meals he had prepared. Their future masters might not allow them to eat the same meals they were to prepare for them, and the instructors had in those moments pretended to be their masters. Deniz had eaten more than half of his omelet when he caught the werehawk watching him. The flicker of pride was blown out, and the mouthful he had been about to sallow felt like ash in his mouth. Taking a breath, he forced the small pile of ash down, though he really wanted to spit it out instead. The Satellite fidgeted with his fork and knife, keeping his gaze lowered. Maybe it wasn’t something he did? Fino didn’t have to have that look on his face because of something he did, right? There were other reasons why the werehawk could be looking so serious. What were those reasons exactly? Were there deadlines to complete the work that still had to be done around the house? Had his master expected him to mature more than one form? While Deniz’s thoughts leaped and raced from one theory to the next, he grew paler. The thought of Fino still possibly returning him to North Town was still something he had thought of constantly, though he had started to grow a little confident in banishing them. Without a word, he stood and left the dining room with his plate. He would have spoken, excused himself from the table if he hadn’t feared he’d make an even bigger fool of himself. Putting the plate on the kitchen counter he shuddered, the image of ash clogging up his esophagus and of ash pouring out of his mouth if he dared speak. It was all too much for him. Deniz’s stomach churned uncomfortably, and as the nausea rose he ran out of the house and heaved into the first shrubbery he could reach. Wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, a series of whines ripped forwards from the back of his throat. His hunger had not been satisfied, possibly brought on with vengeance at having purged himself of one of the best meals he’s had since leaving North Town. The Satellite allowed himself to change into his wolf form. The whines stopped briefly as his organs shifted to suit his four legged self, but they continued shortly before he was done. The black and white wolf lay down a few feet away from the house, the look about him was similar to that of a dog that was put outside for bad behaviour, though in this instance the wolf kept himself outside for his own shameful behaviour.
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Niitari
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What am I when I am meaningless? What are you when you mean everything?
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Post by Niitari on Oct 22, 2014 5:11:13 GMT
Just one look, one fucking look, was all it took to make that bitch break down and run away. Fino's anger burned inside him, roiled about like a tormented rat, and then he could not take it anymore. Something snapped. Something that had probably snapped a long time ago, but he had been too in control to notice. He slammed his fists on the table and stood up, knocking the chair back, and then he stormed out of the house in the Satellite's wake. He threw open the door and stepped onto the porch, eyes zeroing in on Deniz who was lying like pitiful, pathetic lump in the dirt and grass of the yard. But no sight before him was going to change his mind about this. Deniz had this coming to him. He tromped down the stairs and walked up to the were, standing about two feet behind him. "Change back now," he said, his voice low, like a calm before a storm, each word careful articulated as if with some overwhelming difficulty. He could feel the rage burning his eyes.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 22, 2014 5:24:28 GMT
The Satellite had begun to shake as soon as he heard something slam and a chair being knocked over. The wolf whimpered, hearing his master's approach and then feeling his master’s gaze on him. It practically took all of Deniz’s self-control to remain where he was and not to back away from Fino. He kept his gaze averted the entire time, not needing to meet the werehawk’s gaze in order to see just how angry the other were was. He could almost feel the anger from his master's gaze burn into him. He did as Fino ordered of him, and shifted back into his human form. He remained standing where he had been lying down, with his hands held behind his back. He wasn't going to defend himself. He was getting what he deserved, didn't he?
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Post by Niitari on Oct 22, 2014 6:01:14 GMT
Fino lunged and wrapped his fingers around Deniz's neck, pulling him up off his feet and right to Fino's face. "You useless, spineless, worthless, pathetic excuse of a fucking waste!" His grip tightened on Deniz' throat, crushing the boy's windpipe, but he was beyond caring at this point. "You're so pointless it makes me sick to look at you. I want to squeeze and squeeze and squeeze till your eyes get all funny and you flail around like a fish out of water. Ever watch a fish drown on air? Or a man drown on blood? It's amusing in a demented sort of way. You stare and stare in morbid fscination, but you feel so sick inside you want to rip your eyes out of your skull. But you keep watching because you just cannot tar your gaze away. You don't want to admit your sick desire to see him die." He let go, dropping Deniz to the ground. But he would not let him recover. He drew back his foot and kicked him as hard as he could right in the chest. Then he stomped his foot down on Deniz' throat. "But I'm not going to waste that kind of attention on you. It would be a waste of time. Looking at you...it's like watching some spoiled shit head brat clinging to his momma's skirts even though he's twenty. You know what the world does with wastes of space like you? The world chews them up and shits them out for breakfast every fucking day!" He kicked Deniz again, over and over, not caring if he broke something. Then he got down and shoved the boy flat on his back and ground his knee into Deniz' solar plexus. He grabbed either side of Deniz' face with his hands, forcing Deniz to look him in the eyes. "I did not go to hell and back and sell my soul to the devil for victory, only to have a weak parasite like you get in my way. I need a fighter. I thought you could be that fighter. But no fighter can last on the battlefield if he keeps second guessing himself and panicking every second, and wondering if," and this is where his voice took on a very unbecoming, exasperated, mocking tone: "all the little boys and girls will like him enough to maybe ask him out to the prom. Cause, you know, that's what matters in life, sugar tits. Not my life or my sanity or my well being or my survival or the insatiable thirst for vengeance that gets me up in the morning, no. It's wether or not I like my pancakes nice and fluffy and if I approve of the dress and shoes you picked out." He wrenched Deniz' head forward and slammed it back against the ground. "Wake up, Princess!" Slam." Fucking wake up!" slam "Just fucking" slam "fucking" slam "fucking" slam "wake" slam "the" slam "fuck" slam "UP!" Slam. He climbed off and grabbed Deniz by the hair. Twisting Deniz around, he dragged him up to his feet, and punched him as hard as he possibly could right in the stomach. Then he shoved him back to the ground and spat on his body. "When you're done moping and grow a pair of balls, and hopefully half a brain, get back in the fucking house and clean yourself up." He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and headed back inside, not bothering to look back over his shoulder.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 22, 2014 12:26:18 GMT
Deniz’s eyes widened when he felt hands wrap around his neck and he was suddenly face to face with his master. Each word was a stab to the heart. Yes, he had been told similar things by the instructors, even when he had been a child, but these words were coming from his master and they hurt ten times more than any from North Town had. When Fino’s grip tightened and the squeezing became unbearable, the Satellite still didn’t fight back. At least not until he truly believed that the werehawk was going to kill him instead of giving him the worse beating he’s ever had. He went to try and pull his master’s hands off of his neck, but Fino had already dropped him. Every breath was fiery agony, at least until he was kicked in the chest and had his throat stomped on. Then the fire turned into acid and Deniz was convinced his insides were bubbling and about to liquefy. The Satellite was desperate to zone out, to block everything his master was telling him, but he couldn’t. Every hateful word was being absorbed into his cracked, bleeding heart. Every blow was endured and only broke his body further, until he couldn’t tell which pain originated from where. What a mistake it was for him to have thought this monster was a decent master to him. That maybe the ache in his heart from having been abandoned and at the mercy of a Satellite’s life would have managed to heal here. That he might have managed to get lucky and found someone that actually cared about what happened to him instead of being another bought slave guard. But it was as his master had said. Useless. Worthless. Pathetic. The werehawk would easily be able to replace him. It’s a wonder why the SEC took an interest in him instead of letting him die like every young creature that’s abandoned by their mothers. Was this why his mother left him? Did she sense what a weak coward her son was and left him for dead? He barely reacted to the endless assault. The kicking, the slamming of his head on the ground, he didn’t have time to react to any of this. Being punched in the stomach, he heaved numerous times with foam and bile being the only contents being brought up from his empty stomach. The Satellite flinched when his master’s spit landed on his face. Then Deniz was left alone. He stared at the sky, the smell of blood overwhelming. Was it possible for someone to die from too much pain? Eventually he rolled over onto his hands and knees, and pushed himself up onto his feet. Everything spun, but that was something he had experienced before. Every breath and movement renewed the pain, but he forced himself to keep moving. Into the house and up into the bathroom, he closed the door behind him slowly. Turning around, he paused and stared at his reflection. One side of his face was swollen, and blood steadily trickled down and dripped onto his shoulder. Ugly purple and black bruises were forming on his neck. Pulling his shirt up and over his head slowly, he winced and nearly cried out at the pain that flared up in his shoulder. Deniz examined his skinny form in the mirror, noting the lumps and indents that hadn’t been there earlier. How the hell was he supposed to clean up his master’s mess? He could stem the bleeding, and reduce the swelling for his face, but what was he supposed to do about broken bones besides the possible splint? What if there was internal damage? Filling up the sink with cold water, he continued to stare at himself. It would be easier if he really had died, wouldn’t it? If only Fino had squeezed his throat a bit harder, if only Fino had slammed his head with more force….Could he do it himself? Finish what his master hadn’t been able to? There had to have been numerous things for him to take his life with in the bathroom. The thought of ending it and leaving the werehawk alone made him guilty though. That he couldn’t let his master be alone no matter how horribly Fino had treated him.
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Post by Niitari on Oct 22, 2014 16:31:09 GMT
Fino seethed for a long while, sitting in the living room floor with his back to the will and a knife in his hands. He was just playing around with it, flipping the blade open and pushing it shut repeatedly, probably imagining burying the blade in a couple heads and hearts. But the anger and half-vented rage did not burn long. Slowly the doubt came creeping in. He guessed his words had no effect on Deniz, and the kid was probably taking everything the wrong way. Well, it barely worked on me, he thought, scoffing to himself. Though he chalked that up to the incessant beating, not the actual words being said. Maybe if I had whipped him too, then maybe it would get through to him. He almost laughed at the thought. Waste of my time indeed. No… He banged his head back against the wall he was leaning on. I got stuck with a soft-hearted butterfly, and I need to just deal with it. He bit his lip and rubbed at the wound on his hand. Lifting his hand to his face, he saw it was bleeding. Something he had done had opened it up again. Not that it had healed right the first time anyway. Hearing sounds then from the bathroom upstairs, he knew where Deniz was now. Cleaning up. He probably hates me now. Or at least fears me more. He’s like one of those dogs that submissive pees every time you give it the stink eye. I suppose that defeats the stereotype of mythical weres being the strongest, or predators being predatory. He rubbed his head with both hands, exasperated, then he got to his feet and headed out of the living room for the bathroom upstairs, pausing in the kitchen only to grab something out of the cupboard. He stopped in the bathroom doorway, eyeing his handiwork for a moment, before grabbing Deniz’ arm and pulling him back to the tub. “Take a seat,” he said, pushing him down -gently- to sit on the edge of the tub. He went to the sink and pulled open the side cupboard, rummaging around for things.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 22, 2014 20:10:49 GMT
Deniz wasn’t sure how long he had been standing in the bathroom and staring at his reflection for. Finally dunking his shirt into the sink, he gasped sharply when the cold water made contact with the side of his head. It wouldn’t do to use any of his master’s cloths to clean up this mess. He froze and grew tense when he saw his master enter the bathroom. A growl rumbled in the back of his throat, something he wouldn’t have wanted being that even inhaling and exhaling was torturous, but he was defensive. He felt cornered, and even though it didn’t seem like Fino sought him out to deliver another beating it didn’t comfort him in the least. Thankfully the growling had stopped once Fino let go of him. The Satellite refused to submit to his master’s order. The bathroom seemed small enough to him with only one person in it, and now with two people in it, it somewhat felt like he was in a closet. Sitting would have only made him feel more cornered and limited him with the little space the tub provided while Fino had the rest of the bathroom. He kept his gaze on the bathroom door, staring at it just so he wouldn’t have to look at his master. He couldn’t do it. Not for however long Fino wanted him to stay in the bathroom to get cleaned up, and he couldn’t stay in there for a second longer. Deniz was out of the bathroom in the blink of an eye. He ran down the stairs, went outside and straight for the forest. The burning in his chest intensified, possibly from his exertion and pushing his battered body to the limits, but he doubted it. This pain was something similar to what he had felt years ago, when he had been a young teen. Hate and anger. He thought the instructors had beaten those out of him. Maybe Fino had beaten them back into him? The Satellite slowed down, and came to a halt when he reached the stream. Crouching down, he cupped his hands and slowly sipped at the water, feeling it slide down like shards of ice. It was the instructors fault, wasn’t it? They had taken away his hate and anger, and made him into something weaker. Fear and pain. He still felt them now, but they were muted and barely had room for existence. Whatever their reasons for molding him into what they had wanted, Deniz couldn’t figure it out and it didn’t help ease the current emotions that plagued him. Leaving the stream, Deniz shifted into wolf form, and found confirmation for what he had suspected in the bathroom. He balanced himself on three legs, growling irritably.
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Niitari
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Post by Niitari on Oct 23, 2014 1:39:04 GMT
He knew what the Satellite was doing before he had even left the room. “Deniz!” he called after him, but it was too late. He cursed and shoved the things he had picked up into his pockets, before he burst into a flurry of feathers and took off after the boy in fully shifted hawk form. He flew out the door and landed on the porch rail, looking around for movement. There. He shot off like a rocket, following Deniz in his wake. He finally broke off when he hit the trees, shooting up on a current to soar over the treetops as it was thickest at the forest’s start near his house. He kept his hawk eyes peeled for movement below, following at a high distance with the boy below him. Finally he saw the dark shape stop near a stream. He circled above a few times, before dropping down below to land on a tree branch somewhere over Deniz’ head, his body snapping and cracking in place as he returned to human form. With all the ease of a gymnast, he swung down, hanging from the branch by the crooks of his knees, then he arched himself up and pulled his legs forward, letting go and doing a flip to land on his feet after the ten foot drop. He approached the wolf, a glare in his eyes. “Change back,” he growled, glaring at the wolf.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 23, 2014 1:56:20 GMT
Deniz hadn’t bothered much with looking up to investigate the sound of something landing in the trees above him. It was a forest after all, he expected other animals to be in here. Hearing the creaking of a branch above him, the wolf finally looked up, and his ears flattened when he saw it was Fino. He hadn’t thought of it, but he really should have known that his master was going to follow after him. He had hoped the werehawk would have been too annoyed with him and would have stayed at the house. The Satellite backed away slightly when Fino did the flip and landed on the ground. He glared back at his master, growling softly. Why would he change back? Besides the fact that he was being ordered to do so, of course. Last time Fino had told him to shift back while he was in his bad mood he beat him up. Whether or not he shifted back into human form he was going to get beaten either way.
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Post by Niitari on Oct 23, 2014 2:42:10 GMT
Fino felt a snarl of his own brimming in the back of his throat. He really was not in the mood to put up with Deniz, but at least something seemed to have snapped in the otherwise docile and wimpy creature. He approached the wolf with very determined strides. Talons suddenly shifted out of his fingers, and he grabbed Deniz by the scruff, hooked points barely piercing the skin under the fur. “Change back now or I force feed you till you vomit. I know hunger will still affect your shift, so the opposite must be true.” He paused. “You can hate me and be mad at me all you want, but I’m still your master, and you will obey me.”
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