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Post by Tayssi on Sun Dec 15, 2013 6:01 pm


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It was a world where nearly all natural creatures were gone. Barely any dogs or cats would ever be seen and 87% of all wild natural animals were extinct. Now, nearly everything were experiments or artificial life forms. They suffered through most of their miserable lives and only those that managed to escape or be bought from one of the rich would they no longer suffer from the torment. But somehow, the natural animals that were still alive now have longer lifespans - reaching over 50 years when they only used to survive 8-10 years. They were obviously stronger and had very strong immunities against diseases which now spread through the world due to all the chemicals in the air. There were no cars anymore. Just horse and carriage once again. The world is also clearly separated. There is no middleclass citizen anymore, just the rich and the nobility and the peasants. It's like the world had reverted back to medieval times.


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His green eyes flashed dangerously and he stared at the men who passed right by the alley he had hidden in. They were talking loudly amongst themselves, cursing the young man for stealing. If he had stolen off a wealthy family he would've have been executed, but because he lived in the poorer area, and Down Town at that, he would not be killed. They could easily beat him to an inch of his life and let him die on the side of the road, but killing him directly was not allowed. Clutching the loaf of bread to his chest, Rye turned around and scampered through the alley, keeping to the shadows as much as possible. The wind pushed through his silver hair and he narrowed his eyes to help shield from the wind. He raced towards the other end of the alley, hearing footsteps echoing all around him. They had split and by the sounds of it they were just desperate to find the little thief, not even trying to be silent. There were a total of 3 men and they all seemed around 35-40. If it had been one, Rye may have dared to fight back, but not 3. He may be young, at only 18, but he was an orphan. He had always had to steal to live, never having anyone to provide for him so the boy with almost stick thin and he wasn't exactly very strong from the lack of nutrition he has had for his whole life.

He shivered at the cold wind as it swept through the tears in his pants and shirt, but he pushed on, bursting through the other end of the alley and turning sharply, taking off down the street. For a scrawny, thin guy, he sure was quick. Turning again, Rye zig zagged through alley ways and streets, making sure the men would never find him. His bare feet softly thumped against the pavement, one foot sinking into a puddle. The young man yelped in surprise, almost tumbling over. He caught himself and kept going and ran up a flight of stairs in an alley and then pushing open a door and closing it as quickly and quietly as he could. He sunk to his knees, his chest heaving and lungs burning for air. This place wasn't his home. No, Rye had no home, but he knew a few people and the elderly couple that lived in this building wouldn't mind him resting here. They knew what he went through, what he had to do to survive.. Rye knew that if he came here when they were actually home, they'd shove food into his arms, even if they needed it. Luckily though, they weren't home. Staring down at the loaf of bread, he heard and felt his stomach growl, demanding the food he had, but he shook his head and leaned it back against the door and closed his eyes as he caught his breath.

Opening his eyes about 15 minutes later, the young man stood on shaky legs and turned around, his hand gripping the door handle. Opening it, he poked his head out, peering out and looking at either end of the alley. It was clear. Stepping through the doorway and closing the door behind him, the young man quietly made his way down the stairs and then bolted again. Better safe than sorry. After a few more turns, the young man found the spot in the side of a crumbling building. It would easily be looked over as a simple crack in the wall, but Rye slipped through it, placing a hand on the plaster wall he had painted the same pattern as the brick wall out the front so no one could tell. Shuffling through the small corridor, he soon came to a small open room with debris littering the floor.. His green eyes scanned the area and then he let out a breath of relief when he saw the silver fur curled in a corner. "Crow," he breathed and dropped to his knees beside the wolf. he was 100% natural, not an experiment. Rye had found him dying in a forest on the outskirts of Down Town when he was 8 and Rye hadn't taken a second thought to take the wolf with him. At that point, Crow had only been a young pup, so that would make the wolf 10 now. Rye had called him Crow because when he had found him, crows had been pecking at him, knowing he was near death. Not really original, but Rye had only been 8.

The silver wolf lifted his head, his dark amber eyes watching him closely. Rye smiled and ran a hand through his fur as he ripped the bread apart, giving Crow 3/4 of it. The wolf looked at it and then back at Rye, as if asking why he was getting more. "You need it more than me," Rye said, pushing it towards him. The wolf huffed but ripped into the bread anyway as Rye quietly ate his piece. When they finished, Rye stood, as did Crow. Rye was thin, but Crow was thick and sturdy. Rye always made sure to give the wolf more food than him. After all, Crow lost weight rather easily. Rye was used to it and if he ate too much now, he'd be sick. "We should go outside for a bit," Rye said and the wolf gave him a questioning look and Rye sighed heavily before sitting down. "We should probably wait until night fall now. Those men will be gone then," he said and Crow laid down, resting his head on the young man's lap. Running his hand through his course but soft fur, man and wolf waited for the sun to sink below the horizon.

Once the moon had risen, both stood up and stretched their protesting legs. Making their way outside, looking around to make sure it was safe, the young man walked through the streets. They needed water. And the only place where there was clean water was the Royal District in a fountain. No poor citizen ever ventured into the Royal or Rich Districts, they'd be sentenced to jail or executed. But Rye only ever got the best he could for Crow. They had ventured into the Royal District many times, luckily never being caught. Seen, yes, but Rye was quick and Crow was stealthy, so the wolf hadn't actually been seen yet. Good thing, too. If Rich or Royal Districts knew of a 100% natural wolf roaming the Poor Districts, they'd hunt the poor guy down and take him on the 3 month journey to the Science District, where he'd be experimented and operated on. Rye had always been careful not to let Crow get caught. He didn't know what he'd do without him now. He was his friend, his brother, his only reason to his, his only pillar and support. without him, Rye would crumble.

Glancing behind them, they set off towards the Royal District,

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Spying the fountain just ahead, Rye pushed Crow's head below the grass as he looked around. At the moment, it was clear. Scurrying forward with an eerie silence, they soon came to the fountain. Sticking their heads over the ledge, Rye kept an eye out and nodded to Crow who quickly took a drinking, his tongue lapping up the water quickly. Once he was finished, his dark amber eyes turned to Rye momentarily before keeping an eye out, his ears forward and alert. Cupping his hands into the cool liquid, he brought the water from his hands to his parched lips quickly, not daring to lose another drop. He did that a couple more times before he let Crow have another drink.

Suddenly, a howling growl sounded from a little distance behind them. The sound was strained and unnatural, but clearly from some kind of canine. They glanced behind to see the unnatural blue eyes and the gleaming teeth. The tail was thin and sleek, its sides just the same. Ears erect as they could go with twisted sort of knot at the ends of them. It was an experimental canine. The instinct to guard and attack was there. It's glowing blue eyes were staring directly at them, slowly stalking to them. It was a good 200m off, which would give them some time, but its howl would alert others someone was here. The exit to go back home was blocked by the damned canine. Glancing up the street which went further into the Royal District, Rye gave a low growl deep in his throat, not liking what they would have to do. "Crow, go!" Rye yelled as he took off, further into the Royal District. If they took a wrong turn into a dead end, they would be screwed. His bare feet slapped against the pavement and claws clicked along side him. "Crow, Go! Go home!" Rye growled. He didn't want him getting caught. But the wolf simply stared at him and kept running with him, graceful and elegant, not even pushing to keep up with him. "Stupid Wolf!"

They soon heard more paws following and boots thudding angrily against the ground. Back up had arrived. Damn. Rye glanced back, seeing another canine and 2 men. The young man and the wolf zig zagged through streets, losing the canines and men. However, just up ahead was another canine and a young man, looking scared out of his wits being here. He was knew to being a guard. Easy pickings Rye thought with a slow, twisted smile. The young guard's eyes widened and he stumbled back, yanking on the Canine's leash and sending it sprawling onto the ground in a tangle of limbs. Crow gave a guttural snarl and lunged at the canine before it could get to its feet. Blood Splattered the ground as the wolf tore off the canine's ear and then went straight for the throat as Rye charged at the young guard. The guard pulled a knife, slashing at Rye as he got close. Skidding to a stop, the young man danced backwards, feeling the icy blaze along his chest as the man got him. But he ignored the pain and his hand shot out, gripping the man's wrist and pressing down hard. The knife clattered to the ground and Rye used his other hand and crashed the side of it against the back of the guard's head, knocking him out cold. Bending down to pick up the knife, he looked at Crow and the bloody, mutilated mess of the canine below his bloody paws.

Rye gave a cruel smile and took off again, wolf on his heels. "I guess we won't be able to stay in Down Town anymore, crow," he said through breaths, "We need to leave," he bolted out of the Royal District, surprised the stupid buffoons didn't guard the exit. However, he heard a yelp of surprise as Crow tripped and skidded along the pavement and Rye stopped and pushed the wolf to his feet before they took off again. But something crashed into the back of his head and Rye went down, sliding along the coarse ground, feeling his skin tear at his shoulder. His world went black just as he saw canine tackle Crow to the ground and people muzzling him. At that moment, Rye knew where they were going to take Crow and that he'd be following as soon as he could.

~~

Waking after who knows how long, Rye straightened himself and blinked rapidly, clearing his vision. He saw metal bars all around him. He was in a cell. His shoulder was still raw and his chest still bleeding, which indicated he'd only been out long enough for them to throw him in here. He stood up and then remembered Crow being restrained and muzzled. The young bared his teeth at nothing and gave a growl. Rye was definitely very animalistic, even for someone from Down Town. He looked around, seeing that there was no one inside the rooms except him. He fished in his pockets and found a pin. He quickly unlocked the cell and then hid behind where the door would open and waited. When guards came into the room and saw he was gone, they called all the other guards inside. Rye crept around the door and darted down the hallway before they noticed and came looking for him. He made it out of the prison and bolted in the direction of Science District.

He ran for who knows how long before he became exhausted and hungry. He staggered into the trees and collapsed. His eyes were fierce and aggressive, desperate with the need to find Crow. He didn't care even the slightest about his wounds. He had to catch up with them and take back his friend; his life.




(Probably someone like an assassin or something - someone strong - who saw what happened and decides to help him and train him as well.. I'm not sure xD)


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Re: Just The Way The World Is Now (OPEN) [R/M]

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"Let go of me!" The unnamed girl screamed thrashing and kicking in the man's strong arms as he held her close. "No, your coming with me. You'll be worth some money, now that your old enough to me." His voice was low and cold though he showed shock at the shy girl's resistance. A lust lased with in the words he spoke menacingly. "O-old enou-enough-h for wha-what?" He inquired shakily still fighting weakly against her 'master' and 'breeder'. She meant nothing to him, just a prize he had earned through forcing two of his finest slaves to mate. "Shut up!" With this she did quite down allowing him to hoist her onto a fine steed that of a rich person. As he mounted he was quick to start holding her waist as he gently kissing her soft clear neck skin, she squirmed for a moment. "Let me go, please." She begged wincing at her mistake."I said shut up!" He bellowed loudly raising a meaty hand. However it never met her cheek as the experimental horse bolted at the sight of the reins he held. "You'll get what you deserve later." He cooed evilly into her ear.

The 15 and a half year old was a healthy slave, with meat on her bones and few bruises and cuts. Her skin was pale but owned a healthy glow along with her long knee length brown hair. Her waist was small, her belly flat, legs long and skinny, with average sized breast for that of women...not a girl. "Of course those eyes, they'll be a price dock." Brenton, her master, muttered angrily. "You abnormal bitch." A surge of emotional pain hit her at his harsh words, "I-I'm sorry." She apologized for something that made her different, effortlessly. Other then the thudding hooves their travel was quite for a hour or so as she plotted in her mind. "Master, sir, may we take a break?" She pleadingly asked looking at him with big bright eyes. "When we reach the river." He gruffly replied. Nodding she felt silent yet again.

As she was roughly pulled from the horse Bren made sure not to hurt her to badly. He set her down sliding a hand onto her and another on her mouth, Small hands were no worry for they were bounded in thick rope. "Keep quite mut." He instructed strictly. It was plain as daylight he was not a man for bullshit but it was also obvious though timid the girl didn't want obey right now. Opening her mouth she bit him with all her might then swung up a heeled foot. It smashed into his balls as she took off running. "Why you little filthy scum! Oh your paying for this bitch! Get back here now!" Her yelled while toppling over in immense pain. Giggling at him though hurt by the words she dashed off into the woods happily, she was free..for the first time in her life!

It wasn't long before she grew tired of her constant speed, but it was so wonderful to stretch her limbs. As she halted and took the time to peer around herself; a frown pulled on her young features. A strong jolt of fear coursed through her blood. She was free but all alone on her own for an another first. Alone...it was a bitter thought she wished she could abandon. However try as she might she only grew more scared by the growing minutes. Frantically she looked all around her...what was this place? She hadn't ever been outside except maybe seven times...she didn't know what a tree was. Tensing she spotted the stranger boy with silver hair and handsome green eyes. She blushed knowing what she was wearing wasn't exactly the most moral thing ever. Her master had forced her to wear a skin tight short red dress that gave her little privacy. It dipped low in a v and lasted only three inches from her untouched women hood. She began trembling as her blush went away replaced by paleness, "P-p-please d-d-d-d-on't hurt-t me." She stuttered feebly. Bi-colored eyes widening...it didn't matter that he was on the ground. She was frozen still at the sight of him...so upset.

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Post by Tayssi on Sun Dec 15, 2013 8:59 pm

Rye heard shouting in a distance and he glanced upwards from his prone position. His breathing was short and quick, but he soon slowed it, taking deeper, longer breaths and calming himself. His silver hair clung to his sweaty forehead, but he did nothing to move it, just listened. He tried picked out the words, but it was too far away, all he could hear was noise. Rye stared in the direction it came from, however, nothing showed up, so he looked away, looking down at his grazed and dirty hands. They were stiff from dried blood and he wanted to find some water to wash himself, but he didn't want to waste any strength or energy. He closed his eyes momentarily before he heard feet shuffling through the forest floor. His green eyes snapped back open and he looked at the area it sounded from, seeing a young girl wearing a skin tight red dress. Her face nearly matched the shade of red of her dress and a smirk played across his features. However, colour soon drained from her face, to a pasty white. He also noticed she was trembling, her body shaking as she watched him.

The young man pushed himself to his feet with a groan, wincing as the rocks cut into his palms. He watched the young girl before he walked towards, seeing her bounds hands. He listened to her stumble over her words and he glanced down at himself, wondering what he looked like. His clothes were in tatters and his shoulder had a massive, fairly gruesome looking graze on it, the right side of his chest cut open and his hands bloodied and torn. Possibly looked like he had gone out on a killing spree or something. Sighing, he shook his head and looked at her again as he stopped right in front of her, drawing a small dagger he had. He gripped her shoulder and quickly spun her around before she could say anything and he cut the rope binding her hands behind her hack. When the rope loosened and dropped to the floor, he stepped back, giving the girl some space before he studied her properly. Her bi-coloured eyes caught his attention, but he said nothing. She was different, but then again, so was he. Normal people didn't have silver hair.

"I'm not going to hurt you, don't worry," he told her with a faint smile. He glanced away and took another step back. "Name's Rye.. And you?" he looked back at her. He guessed she had been a slave, probably about to be sold by the way she was dressed. He felt sorry for her. He was luckily he had never been caught and forced into being a slave. Rye wasn't placid enough to be a slave, he'd end up being killed.
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Big, round, fearful eyes grew as wide as possible as the taller stranger started towards her. She had noted his smirk just moments before but she wasn't quite sure if it was lustful or not. Shakily she took a step back looking up into his eyes as he stood before her. "Y-your bleed-d-d, I-I m-mean b-bleeding. St-stuter habi-it...so-sorry." Shamefully she glanced down at the ground before quickly meeting his gaze. That's when she noted the danger, almost falling in her attempt to move backwards from him. However he caught her just in time spinning her around. She braced herself, eyes tightly shut, for the pain. To her great surprise she felt the rope fall instead. Shocked she looked at her slightly raw wrist gasping at the thought of him helping a slave...who ever he was.

She moved to him giving a gentle, soft, warm happy hug. "Thank you!" She spoke before leaping back blushing madly about embracing him. "Your cute." She said absent mindedly. She looked down embarrassed when she realized what she had let slip out of her rose pink lips. "Name's Rye.. And you?" She looked at him at lost, what was her name? "Um, ma, a, I don't think I have one, sir." She replied even more bashful as she glanced down frowning. "Master did call me 746, though. It's my number." She said taking a moment to point at her shoulder, it was a boring and unwanted tattoo. The number was a mark of most slaves. Calming her speedy mind she shyly looked up but didn't match his green eyes, "You, um, your hurt." Her voice was much more stable and owned no fear for herself. "I, uh, I can help if you got the materials?" Obviously she did not know what a poor man looked like. *What's wrong with me, I told him he's cute then I jump to all sorts of topics!* She thought flustered. She was still red but this time her eyes didn't hold fear, just a shy shimmer. She looked down at her feet waiting as the wind whistled.

(Lol brain fart; a shy shimmer.)

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Rye almost felt sorry for the young girl as she looked at him with doe like terrified eyes just before he had cut her bindings. He grinned at her shocked expression when she turned back around to face him before looking back at her raw wrists. The young man, however, gasped in surprise when she jumped at him, squeezing him into a hug. He definitely hadn't expected that. He wasn't used to hugs. They were a foreign concept to him. She thanked him before she leapt back, realising what she had done, a blush coating her cheeks. The young man smirked in amusement., but it was his turn to be shocked when the girl told him that he was cute... Cute? He hadn't been called cute before. Never. He'd been called adorable by the elderly couple, but knew they saw him like a grandson, so it had absolutely no meaning to him. But coming from a stranger, and a girl at that, it had some effect on him. The young man looked a way, a hand moving to cover his mouth as it pressed into a thin line, trying not to smile as colour ever so slightly warmed in face. He glanced back at her when she gave him a lost, confused look when he had asked for her name, his hand dropping to his side as he studied her.

When she said she had no name, his eyes widened in surprise, but for an entirely different reason this time. When she said her master called her 746, a soft growl rumbled in his chest. It pissed him off when people couldn't even have the decency to give their 'slaves' a name. Which meant she had been born a slave, not captured and forced into slavery. It was all she knew.. He tentively brushed a strand of her hair from her face, wanting to comfort her somehow. His eyes flashed dangerously when he saw the tattoo on her shoulder and all he wanted to do was hunt down her 'Master' and make him pay. His thoughts were washed away, however, when she spoke, telling him he was hurt. He took a step back, running a stiff hand through his silver hair and looking away. "I'm fine," he said with a groan. "You shouldn't be helping me, anyway.. I am just a person from Down Town. No one worth glancing over," he said gently, looking back at her.. "But right now, I don't matter, you should decide for a name for yourself," he said with a weak smile. "What would you like to be called? You can choose whatever name you want," he smiled down at her. But it felt like claws were clawing at his heart, like he was betraying Crow for not continuing after him. I will come, Crow. Don't worry.. I will recue you he thought before he concentrated on the girl once again.
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When she heard him gasp she worried she'd done something wrong, that he didn't like to be hugged. Guilty like she played with her lotion covered hands for a moment, eyes lowered to her feet another time. She had looked up for moment to see his humorous smirk causing her to giggle shyly. As she thought she may of saw his cheeks redden a grin from ear to ear took over her young features, "Are you blushing?! Because of what I said?" As if responding to his, her own cheeks lit up again. She eyed his hand as it dropped to his hip warily, *It's fine...he means no harm otherwise you'd have dagger in your back at this very moment.* She told herself this, coming to ease. Her brows furred waiting for his next set of words as if they were the utmost important news she could ever hear.


As green orbs went wide she felt a wave a timidness fall over onto her, like a heavy weight on the shoulders. *Did he just growl?* The thought was curious for when mad the people in her life had only hit, shouted, and cussed aloud...but not growl. She marked it off as interesting in her head before she latched eyes onto his hand. For a moment she was sure he was going to hit her and yell bossily but he did something she was sure was a first. He touched her gently pulling back a loose strand of hair, her cheeks began to burn with the familiar sensation she knew as blushing. She'd learned about it because of Bren's teenage boy did this whenever they were alone. He was still cruel to her with a lustful glance, but at least he never rose a hand violently. "Y-you touc-touched me-e..." She worded her dumbfounded state, "Without meaning to cause um, I think it's called harm?" Her brows were knitted together again.

*Rye....* She thought as he pulled away claiming he was fine, while she didn't believe this she nodded anyways. His obvious anger had made her slightly fearful anew...even if he was trusted she didn't know his temper. Which could be ugly or a mild irritation from time to time. Downtown...that sounded familiar to her, "Not worth a glance? Your the one talking to a slave. I'm the one supposed to never speak unless spoken to, clean the house, and do...do other things." She went awkward remembering the time Bren had went to steal her virginity but changed his mind at the last second due to money. She trembled a moment then saw the goosebumps raising on her soft pale skin. She looked up into his eyes and for once held the glance long enough to truly study his face. She blushed while starring, but hopefully not in a rude fashion. "A, a name? I don't know many girl names...nor do I like the ones I do know." She replied before adding, "I heard some people named pets for their person-" Her voice was lost in a sudden crack of thunder and lighting. Wide eyed she looked up to the sky, "What was that!" Her voice was pitchy from being startled. The blue mass was darkening as clouds clashed. Bi-colored eyes turned to him for instructions, it seemed, as well as an explanation.  She had used all her might to keep herself from running into his arms and bury her head into his chest like a little child. She had done this because one he didn't seem to like the earlier hug and it could end in a negative emotion.

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