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The ranger is slightly hurt. Hurt that an aqua grunt would even think about showing his face here down a path he walked known for its beauty, the grunt's presence already staining the landscape. The man was a blight in this small town a blight that the ranger is currently excising. His knuckles are stained with the blight's blood now, it was only twenty minutes ago this disease attempted to strong arm the ranger into giving up any valuables he owned. As a result he'd literally dislocated the grunt's arm. For the ranger the act was poetic the blight however didn't seem to think so. Or perhaps he did, but was too afraid to say anything about it now.
In the grunt's eyes it isn't the man's power that scares him now, it's not the dislocated joints, the black eye or the bruised ribs, it's not even the flurry of fists and kicks he's been forced to endure. No the true fear comes from the joy in the man's smile. His captor looks so serene as he continues to break the grunt down beating him further into submission. It's as the poor man realizes this another kick is thrown, shoe clashing with chest knocking the man back onto to the cold cement. As he lie on the ground moonlight graces the injured man shining on his face the two hidden among the forest's trees, the grunt's face fear more than apparent in every sense of the word. His vision was blurry one eye having bruised over far too much to see the man entirely, his body quivers tensing itself for the next strike wherever it may come. Pink irises looking down on him now paralyzing him, contradicting his captor's next order. "Stand."
It's all very simple for the ranger. As he eyes his victim the 'would-be' thief prostrated before him now. It goes back to lessons instilled in most human's growing up if you didn't follow the rules, you were punished. It is unfortunate of course that he of all people has to deal with this trash, and more so that another human being with potential of their own found themselves on a path that could only lead to punishment. That another man's choices led him to the opposing side of the ranger's own fists, it was a shame indeed. However if this man's disobedience was truly the tragedy the ranger believed it to be why couldn't the raven haired man stop smiling?
He waits 10 seconds counting slowly his eyes watching the man struggle on the ground now attempting to sit up too paralyzed by fear to make it even halfway. The ranger wipes his bloodied knuckles on a scrap of the grunt's ripped bandanna before forcing the man up himself grabbing the bloodied half way unconscious victim by the collar of his blue and white uniform fist hovering just above the grunt's face now. "This is your punishment." Once again that serene smile is brought back into focus. For him this is a natural progression of things, for him this is normal.
Post by Victoria Trescott on Aug 2, 2015 2:43:49 GMT
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[attr="class","zv4"]O how he loves you, darling boy. O how, like always, he invents the monsters underneath the bed to get you to sleep next to him, chest to chest or chest to back, the covers drawn around you in an act of faith against the night.
Traveling for days nonstop was exhausting for most people. Three days was usually the toll that was rung for the body to collapse from exhaustion. Yet there were some that exceeded that expectation. Physically fit and undeterred, the woman of celeste locks had a confident stride as she walked up the slope that the dirt paved road carved for her. None would dare confront her so readily if not due to her older age then it was due to the malevolent aura that emanated from her form. It was not that she was particularly unhappy or displeased either, merely the confidence was enough to generate it.
The path wasn't a long one however Victoria simply did not have the patience or wish to continue through this meaningless travel any longer. Traveling for days would do that to about anybody. Thus upon the top of the small slopping hill among surrounding trees she stood unwavering as she surveyed the area. It was then that familiar sounds could be heard. It almost sounded like that sweet cries of pain and fear soaking through the otherwise peaceful air. Curiosity grabbed her attention as it roped the female forward. It did not take long to locate the source.
A supposed ally. A team Aqua member on the ground beaten to the point that rich crimson stained him. Fucking pathetic. "You." She announced herself with the clean cut word where her arms were crossed across her chest. Her eyes were like uncut diamonds in that they were rough and could not be broken despite the pressure they exerted. There were no fear to be found in this one. As for defending her so called ally? She couldn't care less. The weakling on the ground attained what they deserved for being so helpless. "Take me to Petalburg," her tone carried authority. It wasn't a matter of asking nicely. It was a matter of demand. Petalburg was a good stopping point to wring out the details of her little journey after all. This one didn't seem foreign to traveling through the area either so she expected something more expedient rather than more incompetence.
The moon's effulgence shone down now. This figure unknowingly embodies certain aspects of the moon herself; hair almost cerulean matching cold irises that in their own way were homogeneous to his own. The light was drawn to the woman almost as if the clouds hidden amidst the sky's darkness knew not to interfere with the woman's natural spotlight. Her posture exudes a confidence he's seen in many others despite never having evoked such emotion within him before. It's said that humans notwithstanding their civilized nature through eons of growth still in times of instability reverted to primal instinct. At times this meant to fight, others it meant to run. Very rarely however in situations such as these one's instincts realize there's no escape, no way to outmaneuver the predator it recognizes it's loss and submits praying the end came swift.
The body in his hand falls to the ground contorting and scrambling the ranger losing any sense of joy previously had at the expense of the man now disappearing into the brush limping away into the all encompassing darkness. The grunt's role albeit entertaining had ended abruptly. It's only after the grunt has left does Ven realize he's entered a stance of sorts ready for combat. His smile contorts into something far more demonstrative of what can only be assumed to be this emotion he's so unfamiliar with.
Silence breaks, her words... unappealing to say the least. The order much like his will is inconsequential at the moment. The beat of his heart signals what he can only assume to be the drums of war. Open palms are recast into fists now the first lion's stance is defensive stance despite the inevitability of it all these sensations all serve as a testament to this figure's strength. Beyond his quick beating heart and the primal instincts that guide him now it's want that lies open in his heart. Ven realizes she has what he seeks; the answer that's alluded him for far too long, this is unmistakable.
Who are you.
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Post by Victoria Trescott on Aug 2, 2015 16:57:57 GMT
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[attr="class","zv4"]O how he loves you, darling boy. O how, like always, he invents the monsters underneath the bed to get you to sleep next to him, chest to chest or chest to back, the covers drawn around you in an act of faith against the night.
Rather than an approving response or a refusal the male said nothing. Instead he turned to face her with cold fear perhaps? His stance was nothing that escaped her and the sight of it curved her lips into a devious smirk. It was a defensive stance however it was enough to prove that he was ready to fight. "You wanna fight? Good." Her arms unfolded to allow her right hand to ball into her left palm. A reverberating crackling sound echoed from fingers. By then the aqua grunt scampered away in the background yet that meant naught to her. The woman couldn't ask for a better greeting. A sacrifice delivered to her on a silver platter for her to deal with however she wanted. It was delectable.
Who was she he asked? He didn't deserve that answer but it meant he had some balls to ask such a thing in this situation. After all no matter who this person was, there was no one that could help him now. "Show me your worth peasant." The shadow of her cap hid her expression of her face minus the cold glare of death itself glowing from the moonlight reflecting in her eyes and the crazed grin that grew on her lips. Without any hesitation or shifting into any stance to display any preparation, Victoria had sprung into action. Her swiftness could only be tracked by her streaming blue hair as she closed the gap between them relatively quickly in her lunge. Most would raise their arms in defense from a frontal assault so she went with another method of attack. Tightening her fingers on the right hand to a fist, she subsequently placed a good amount of force into slamming under his jaw in an uppercut attack. Despite whether or not it connected or not the athletic woman already moved to her next move, twisting her body around her right leg to pivot to the side in case of a counter strike only to use that momentum in a swing of her bent arm to elbow him across the back of the head to send him to the ground so she could stomp her heel into his spine.
[attr="class","zv3"]Her Strikes are attempts so yeah have fun with that
Any sense of calm is shattered the figure's words becoming more volatile as the cool evening winds pass. Still he says nothing the woman disregarding his own inquiry in favor of leaping towards him the time to strike nigh. She moves like wind the ranger only watches tracking her movements, but his body is sluggish the will to resist her commands only resonate within his mind. His body having lost the moment the woman appeared before him. She charges with an uppercut the ranger barely managing to sidestep the blow. He attempts strike the woman with an open palm to the chest, but it connects only with air. She's behind him now an elbow connecting with the back of his head forcing this realization. The force of the impact knocks him forward. By instinct he doesn't fight the momentum rolling forward as he hits the ground avoiding her heel.
There's distance between the two now his vision slightly impaired by her dizzying strike. The tightness in his chest clasps his heart, his mind is clouded by desire. want for what she's managed to obtain. She's broken the boundary he dreams of passing possessing the key to unlocking whatever potential remains in this disobedient body of his. It's the only thing he needs to move on and to ascend above the level of strength he's bound by. With this in mind he speaks once more. Her name inconsequential compared to what she's been given and what's she's achieved both hold far more weight than a name ever could.
He feels his sense of self slipping away as the fight continues each second drains him this battle evolving into not only a fight against the woman but a fight against time itself. With these new constraints he takes the offensive moving in the moon's shadow. He attacks from the side a fist aimed at her rib cage. "Why." His voice is barely above whisper now, an open palm aimed at the solar plexus guides his words. Regardless if the first two strikes connected Ven's words trail on "Where do you get your strength." his tone melancholy as he lifts a leg the kick targeting the chin. "Why do you have it." He finishes.
-Evades Uppercut -Hit by elbow -Evades Heel
-Attempts to strike: - Fist to rib cage - Palm to the solar plexus - Side kick to the chin.
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Post by Victoria Trescott on Aug 2, 2015 23:09:09 GMT
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[attr="class","zv4"]O how he loves you, darling boy. O how, like always, he invents the monsters underneath the bed to get you to sleep next to him, chest to chest or chest to back, the covers drawn around you in an act of faith against the night.
His responses were adequate. He avoided the uppercut by remaining vigilant in his defense and not reacting based on fear. It was not enough to defend against the blow from behind and from that the woman realized this man was flimsy. Was that merely due to the strength she possessed? The superior physical training was showing as she removed her boot from the dirt where a small imprint of it was left. Unlike the male this woman wasn't so clouded or confused. Far from it. What she saw clear as day, a disobedient target that wouldn't listen. She was determined to beat the shit out of him as the thought of it made the core of her body curl in delight.
What attacks he did throw were not fatal and while there was an itch to see if these blows were worth evading. It wasn't worth neglecting the opening she saw on the other hand. Unlike herself the man approached from the side. Taking advantage of that fact she deflected the blow with a flick of her forearm upwards to hit his arm at the correct time. This led her her front deceptively appearing open for the next blow to connect but again the same arm that deflected him grabbed at the attacking wrist. While the strike did hit that time the force was negligible compared to her memories of being punched in the gut or shot in the side. With the grip of hers tightening around his wrist she pulled him closer for leverage while stepping to the side with a turn to hyper rotate his shoulder past normal people's limits of flexibility.
Holding his arm and twisting it further for lasting effect, she wanted to hear him scream. Using brute force she shoved his arm up towards his mid back almost threatening to dislocate the man's shoulder from its socket if he didn't do what she wished. "I have this strength because I'm strong." The kick never hit anything worthwhile as the well endowed woman was now behind the helpless victim, kneeing the back of his legs to force him to the ground. From there her elbow would dig into his back as she continued to speak. "The weak will perish under the strong. Only the strong will get what they deserve, is that clear?"
[attr="class","zv3"]Evaded the punch, took the open palm to be able to grab his wrist and twist it behind his back in a painful manner. This was agreed upon by both RPers.
Not yet. He refuses to give in as his body tries to his kick flies high connecting with air alone. His free arm is yanked behind him and in moments the man finds kneeling as the beautiful woman has forced him to. His arm contorted behind his back levels of pain increasing and decreasing his body becoming something of a play thing as she moved him between layers of pain. the raven haired man remains in this position pink eyes boring holes in to the ground if they could. It's in this position she continues to toy with his arm her free elbow digging into his spine all the while causing a number of low grunts, but still no scream.
He can almost feel her joy as she continues to dig into him shortness of breath follows, still screams pierce the night sky. While he struggles his tormentor answers questions long overdue. Her words serve as a force on their own the man continuing to break under her will even his mind begins to betray him now murmurs of 'surrender' and 'submission' filling the remaining recesses of his subconscious. The pain brings a certain warmness to him now, never before had he been hurt like this and never has he longed for more. Ven's conscious and subconscious conflict as he remains on a knee, refusing to scream to submit himself to the woman entirely. It's inevitable at this point but still the little will he has left refuses to give in.
He processes the position he's been forced into, a simple arm lock. His right arm bent entirely across his back while the left remained free. His options are apparent. One calls to give in the entirely the other comes at the cost of a sacrifice. "The weak will perish under the strong. Only the strong get what they want." He repeats hair falling over his eyes It's a philosophy he's lived by for the majority of his life without purpose he's wandered through life vaguely satisfied by cheap thrills; beating the weak and always thought of as strong, not only by himself but by those who watched him. However pride as it often did ushered in discontentment the ranger having reached his ceiling the cap of his strength far lower than he could have ever imagined. Day in and day out the disease grew. His training no longer ushering acceptable results, words spoken to him long ago by an old fool he'd abandoned haunt the few dreams he has. "Power correlates with purpose, without need one cannot claim power." The voice repeated incessantly.
He writhes in pain silently his choice made and in a single fluid motion the free hand grabs the elbow dug into his spine with a grip akin to steel pulling the woman forward, her chest making contact with his back now. At the cost of his shoulder he heaves forward as hard as he can teeth grinding as he slings the woman over his shoulder and into the ground before him. Before the pain over takes him the man in a wide arc of his arm forces his shoulder back into place preventing permanent damage the limb would lie limp useless to him for a number of weeks, following the fight.
He stands tall now for a moment something primal entirely having taken over his body falling into a stance only one arm guarding him now. "Make me beg, and I will follow you to ends of the earth." He's outclassed beyond belief stuck behind barriers she's overcome many times over. Her power is his ideal, and in her presence the secret of strength will reveal itself he knows this regardless of his victory or his loss. In his eyes nothing else matters now concepts of good, evil, and even justice have all faded into the wind.
-Brought into the arm lock - After writhing in pain grabs Victoria's arm with his free hand and rolls her over the shoulder effectively flipping her.
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Post by Victoria Trescott on Aug 3, 2015 18:56:57 GMT
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[attr="class","zv4"]O how he loves you, darling boy. O how, like always, he invents the monsters underneath the bed to get you to sleep next to him, chest to chest or chest to back, the covers drawn around you in an act of faith against the night.
To say that Victoria was disappointed would be an understatement. Not only did whoever this was not cry out and have the nerve to endure the pain internally, he had forced himself free from the hold. The way he did so was reckless and enough to cripple him for the remainder of this bout all due to some petty stubbornness. He didn't have enough strength or ability to hold her to the ground thus the woman rolled forward to return to her feet without haste. Comparatively there was a difference to their statures now. While the black haired man stood there weakened, wilted, yet obstinate in his defiance; Victoria had a vicious glint in her eyes that showed a type of gaiety as she unceremoniously walked forward. There were few that had ever been so insubmissive and that alone induced the desire to break him down into a heap of putty.
And she would break him.
Mid walk she paused monetarily to bend down low to allow her hand to scoop up the cap that had fallen off during her tumble. Regaining her domineering stature she rose up and remained there to brush off the dirt on the hat. It did not have sentimental value to her yet it did signify her role in this. Whoever this was had the nerve, the audacity, to be giving orders to her? An ultimatum at that? Now that wasn't acceptable was it? The cap was placed back on its rightful place on the top of the cascades of azure blue. Within moments of that action she returned to her onslaught with more vigor that previously. Rushing him from the front she kneed him right below the sternum with the force to potentially shatter the bone if she had hit even a centimeter higher. As her left leg lowered she planted her left foot down firmly as her right leg shot up to perform a roundhouse kick to smash against the left side of his skull to get him to the ground. Even if he tried to block it would result in more pain and more opportunities to create that pain.
That sinister grin returned under the light of the moon, a delicate breeze contrasting against her firm stance. Her icy colored hair dangled lazily in the winds. "Remember the name of your new master then. I am Victoria Trescott and you are now nothing more than my dog."
[attr="class","zv3"]Flipped over, picked up her hat, kneed him the chest, then roundhouse kicked him at the skull to get him on the ground.
His right side pulsates the pain increasing with each cycle. It's a segmented pain beating just as a heart does. Front knee bent, open palm centered inches before his chest, the ranger's breathing matching the waves of pain shooting through the the remainder of his body now. If he could chamber the limp arm at his side Ven's form would be perfect, but perfection these days had a way of escaping him more often than he knew was acceptable.
His eyes follow the woman as she recovers, for the first time able to look upon the woman's face in its entirety. Her eyes glisten with a sort of vicious dominance combined with a sense of joy reminiscent of a painting he saw long ago. The aura she exudes continues to stain the peaceful Hoenn atmosphere... or perhaps in his perspective that's incorrect. In his tired eyes Ven's led to believe that the atmosphere, the region, and even the world itself was possibly under her dominion. If it wasn't then his thoughts were prophetic as these thoughts were simply realities soon to come. With the power she flaunts all would recognize her as king, and just as he was to fall all other enemies in her path would meet a similar fate.
It's already known that she's won him over in all ways possible. It is his complete and utter defeat. The only thing that stood between her and the end of this fight were a few more agonizing blows to truly teach the minute odds and ends within him that his resistance was futile. To truly shatter Ven and make him hers in every sense of the word. As she retrieves her cap his body steels itself once more the next and most likely final round of this fight beginning.
She's faster now. The realization comes as he feels her knee placed firmly in his gut his eye widen now leaving the raven haired man gasping for air. His reflexes take control entirely the Ranger's strong arm guarding his head milliseconds before it collides with her leg. He loses control his once solid stance deteriorating instantaneously. His scream is something far more primitive than he'd ever thought it to be. The kick causing him to skid across the ground, dirt and stone serve as his only cushion.
Vision is fading now the ranger's eyelid attempt to give the man some type of closure to this fight. Blurriness begins to take over now never before has he rested on the edge of consciousness like this the moon duplicating itself now if only to play more tricks on a man whose lost all he once had. His head pounds, his shoulder aches but still the man does can't fall into the abyss that lied just over the edge. If any consolation all the voices in his head have silenced themselves, or perhaps he's simply too far gone to hear them now.
-Knee to the chest winds him - Raises arm to minimize damage from the kick (Screams) - Rocketed across the ground - On the verge of unconsciousness
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Post by Victoria Trescott on Aug 4, 2015 6:00:42 GMT
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[attr="class","zv4"]O how he loves you, darling boy. O how, like always, he invents the monsters underneath the bed to get you to sleep next to him, chest to chest or chest to back, the covers drawn around you in an act of faith against the night.
The scream. The echoes of pain and suffering into the lonely night. Oh how she missed the sweet sound. There was no remorse or concern in the woman's eyes as she walked over to the limp heap of flesh that was man, the crunch of the dirt beneath her boots signaling her approach. Surveying her handiwork, the male came out better than what she expected. No shattered bones or blood anywhere, merely a dislocated shoulder being the worse of the injuries. All the cuts and bruises from this night would serve as a reminder of this night. What it meant to cross her, to disobey her. She'd have to change that.
That was when she noticed from her peripheral vision that the hard look in his eyes faded but so did any other appearance in them. All dull as if prepared for the end. Her fun would end the moment that her new pet went unconscious. All that effort would have been for nothing as she still needed him to take her to Petalburg, even if it is in tatters. "Get up." A swift boot to the side was made to spur him back to life or at the least stop him from going dark. That would be useless to her. For a moment she mind wandered as she wondered if the egg in her possession would be as much of a pain to train once it hatched as well.
"What a useless dog," she spat in a begrudging tone as she delivered another kick. What to do. The idea of breaking his fingers would be fiddled with, taking the blade hidden on her belt and carving into his flesh was another thought. Quickly these thoughts scattered. When it came to torture it was all about finesse. Too much and her victim would tire out before too much was gained. Another time would come for those tricks. Instead she wanted to make sure her new subject understood his position. Placing her foot on his chest, her heel threatening to put weight into somewhere that would be fairly unpleasant to have a hole through, she spoke again. "Answer me, who is your new master?"
Rest for the weary is a concept vague both to him and her alike, rest for the weak is unheard of entirely. His side rockets with pain, the man's eyes widen the gift of sight forced into him by means of torment. The suddenness of the kick enables another scream this one reverting quickly into a cough of sorts air entering his lungs forcefully now shortness of breath no longer an issue for him. Her kick serving as a physical jump start to a body that had almost shut down entirely.
As he lay there in pain the woman demeans him, no right to oppose now. It's true he's become her pet, a dog at her beck and call. What's even more shameful is that he's not angered by this, only now he's given clarity, something that's alluded him for many months on end. The man has no words to share as she continues content to just look in his owner's eyes wondering how he ended up likes this. Now in this light the woman's beauty shines brighter than all else she is a marvelous icy blue in a world that'd long since shrouded itself in gray. His father spoke of strength in that it could only be obtained with purpose; The two coincided one impossible without the other. It was a truth Ven ran from, denied with every fiber in his being. Looking up at the woman now he can't help but see the truth of his words even if it was a truth impossible to fully admit.
There's little defiance as her boot taps again his chest now she leans over further blue hair falling close enough to his face that he could reach it if he wished. He says nothing for a moment as she increases the weight on his chest. "You are." He looks away from the woman now only whispering the words as if he's admitting to some sin. It's all he can do to defy her now.
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Post by Victoria Trescott on Aug 4, 2015 19:14:34 GMT
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[attr="class","zv4"]O how he loves you, darling boy. O how, like always, he invents the monsters underneath the bed to get you to sleep next to him, chest to chest or chest to back, the covers drawn around you in an act of faith against the night.
What a pathetic look. He couldn't even manage to face her anymore as his screams continued to fill the night. It was a nice start. Yet he continued to exert some defiance. He looked away and his speaking voice came by as a soft touch compared to the arrogance he had before. Seemed this one needed more training. To make sure he listened this time, she released her foot from the pressure she exerted on his chest only to force it horizontally against his throat instead. Even the act of breathing would be under her blessing and he'd have to accept that from now on as the pressure of her boot made it so doing just that would be a struggle. "That's not what I was looking for."
She wouldn't create enough to actually choke him. Rather all his energy would need to be focused on breathing if he wished to live. Twisting the bottom of her shoe so that the heel would lightly tap against the side of his neck as if threatening to cut him. Her eyes glared directly down on him now. Even the light of the moon couldn't illuminate her now as her dark shadow was cast down onto Ven's limp form. "I'll give you one more chance mutt. If you can't even manage that you might as well die here." Her tone held such malice. Such discontent despite the blood running through her veins dancing otherwise. To be fair if he couldn't manage that then he truly would be no use to her. Left to die in the middle of route 101 with his cold corpse to serve as a warning would be more use if he kept going in such a manner. He needed to know his place.
For a few moments she'd leave him grasping at straws for air until she felt it was enough time for him to pick the correct response. "Now one more time. Who is your new master?" Lifting her foot briefly to allow him the air necessary to answer, she never fully removed her foot from its place on his delicate neck. If he answered wrong that would be the first place she'd crush. Thus she left it there so he'd know that too.
What's given is just as quickly taken away. Air quickly leaving him if only for the woman to make her point. Rubber rubs against the thin skin protecting his throat, now. It's almost funny how fragile the body actually is. There's pain in his eyes before he fought to keep silent, now he's rendered unable to speak. She continues to degrade Ven discontent with his actions. He'd foreseen this result when he spoke only moments ago an answer so weak wouldn't please her. His breaths are long and slow breathing after all was a key component of all martial arts. He has to accept whatever she was generous enough to give him, air being her first boon in this new life of his now.
Pink irises watch the woman looming over him reminiscent to that of a force of nature, beautiful, and absolute remaining deadly all the while. She toys further with his life shifting her weight ever so casually keeping him alive on a whim and a whim alone. The cycle continues after she warns the man to make the decision that kept him alive. His voice is raspy, but less bashful than it was prior his eyes looking into her angered ones. He can't help but see the pleasure behind the eyes he thought were all seeing. Joy combined and almost concealed by her anger both working as a tool to break him on a physical and mental level alike. He knows because at some level they were similar to his own. No. He couldn't claim that she was far superior to him. He may have indeed been a Lion once proud, he'd mistaken her as a lion herself but in fact she was far greater. She was the tamer cracking the whip that would control every move he made from this point on until he was no longer of use. With all this in mind he responds his voice louder his eyes entranced by his tamer's unable to look away.
"You are."
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Post by Victoria Trescott on Aug 4, 2015 21:31:19 GMT
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[attr="class","zv4"]O how he loves you, darling boy. O how, like always, he invents the monsters underneath the bed to get you to sleep next to him, chest to chest or chest to back, the covers drawn around you in an act of faith against the night.
He repeated the same response. This time it was more concrete. Solid as if it was ingrained in his bones now. It was not enough to satisfy the beast that the woman was however the more time that was spent here meant less time she had to actually reach her destination. Her time was more valuable than teaching her new pet any more manners for the night. "That'll have to do for now," she finally replied as she removed her foot from his throat only to kick him hard in the side to get him to turn over on the ground and grovel there.
Taking her right wrist inwards to look at the time displayed on her Poketch she sucked her teeth, giving a brief sound of annoyance. This fun distraction turned out to take longer than she initially wished. "Take me to Petalburg. I've wasted enough time training you so be useful." Her arms folded back to their original positions from when they first crossed paths, across her chest as her gleeful glare turned more into a smoldering one that one wouldn't think possible from her icy irises. "Get to it. Crawl on your knees until I say you can stand." Until he earned the right he wouldn't be allowed to stand with her. Her orders were for him to stay on the ground and while it would slow their travel watching him crawl in front of her with an injured arm would be... far too priceless.
The white boot and the woman behind it once again allowed him the gift of air freely even as she removes herself from his throat. He refuses to gasp for air instead slowly his breathing levels out only for her foot to once again slam into his side eyes widening as the leg connects, another sharp pain he could have done without. The force of the kick rolls the beaten ranger on his stomach. There's no scream only a hushed groan and coughs aplenty as she gives her next order to the man. His body bruised, t-shirt torn in multiple places now underneath lied what was once tan skin now red the woman having left marks all across his body. Marks that despite their impermanence would serve as a daily reminder of who exactly controlled him as well as the consequences for not pleasing her.
He forces himself up inches away from standing only for the tormentor to force him back into the ground her words serving as his bond. He says nothing now forcing himself on all fours gritting his teeth. He wouldn't cry out in pain, no he'd agonize in silence the tatters of his pride wouldn't allow him to show any more emotion. The woman had his soul in her hands entirely, but he's yet to fall into depravity entirely. He acquiesced to her whims, but even in that he could still resist her.
Thus the man crawls silently his right arm aching with each palm the woman could eye his tattered clothing and see all the bruises she's left on him whilst he crawled in silence. The lights of Oldale deep in the distance.
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