Topic: Running Rampant: Diana's Escape. (18+)

Daemien · Date: 2016-08-09 03:23 EST

Running Rampant: Diana's Escape.
11 PM

Screaming. There was plenty of that. The question was what caused it. The escaped fresh-turned vampire was out of her mind with thirst, leaving her in a state of pure animal instinct as she weaved through the spaces between the warehouses beside the docks. The woman was young, no more than twenty-five years old, with soft brown hair naturally highlighted with lighter tones of honey. Eyes that used to be the softest green were now an almost luminescent red as the hunger tore through her belly, revealing a sound that was drowned out by her own vicious growling from her full lips. Lips that were currently splashed with crimson that was coating --and dripping-- down her chin, ruining the flannel shirt that looked like a man's. It hardly looked like she wearing anything underneath, but the flash of simple panties at least revealed she was covered below the waist, as minuscule as the fabric was.

She'd leaped from the roof of one of the warehouses, landing on a group of young misfits and knocking one directly to the ground. Some had yelped in surprise, another even asked the poor woman if she needed help, one had made a cat call to the nearly-naked woman. "Man, I didn't know you were that irresist-.... What the fuck?!" He screamed at the sight of her mouth diving down onto the squirming young man's throat as she tore into it like a fresh steak, shaking her head like a dog before pulling her head back, splattering herself as well as some of the others. Scraps of flesh and vessels clutched between the newly adorned jagged canines that seemed a bit too big for her mouth.

And that's when the mayhem started. Those that were smart, scattered. Screaming for help and mercy toward ears that weren't coherently understanding the words. But you know what they say, if you run from a rabid animal, you're only giving it a reason to chase you. And that's when the real chaos started.

It was the screams that drew the wanderer.

It had taken some time for her to recover from the number Daemien had done on her, but she had managed to do so. It was Speck who'd come to scrape her off the pavement. It was Speck who cried in panic until finally she took that breath that signaled life into her battered body...and it was Speck who had offered some of her blood to Martyr. The immortal had slept it off in that dark apartment, with the half naked blind one curled around her body. Speck had helped her after some time to the village--but it wasn't long before she was out wandering yet again.

So, when she heard the screams, part of her had thought that it was him, breaking his promise. That's why she seemed a bit surprised to see the beastly woman leaving a trail of violence in her wake. Brows furrowed lightly and she took a bold step towards her. "H-hey!" she shouted a sharp cry in the air to earn her attention.

The wind beat her curls against her fragile face, a single coil clung to her quivering bottom lip as she stared. Those hands were at her sides, possibly to hold that yellow sun dress in place and keep it from blowing up in the violent, salty air.

She'd lost track of a couple of the runners, leaving two stragglers that had idiotically moved in the same direction together. They were both male, bigger than her in size but they didn't dare risk those ravenous teeth regardless of that fact. One tried to play hero for his buddy, turning around to the monster with a quivering voice and shaking hands, "Dude, run!" He called over his shoulder to the friend that had hesitated a little, seeming to have an internal battle with himself. Stay and help his friend or... the snarl that tore free from her lips, that gruesome sight of blood that contorted the pretty girl's features into a horror movie come to life. That seemed to make his decision for him as he took off around a corner and ran home, possibly sobbing thinking his pal was going to get eaten by the beast.

It was Martyr's voice that called out to the creature, making her hesitate as she looked ready to lunge for the man that was in a poor excuse of a battle stance. Muscles went rigid as her head twitched and swiveled to look at Mar with that piercing gaze, teeth bared into an animalistic snarl as she instinctively assessed. Even animals like her could know that going for the smaller, easier catch would be a better decision. Easy kill.

The man currently forgotten, left to stand there confused and shaken from what was going on as Diana turned away from him. The sight of Martyr had left in a state of turmoil, the urge to run with the new distraction turning the creature away from him. But the urge to play White Knight overcame that, and he moved forward and jumped on Diana's back, arms around her shoulders as he called to Martyr. "What are you doing?! Get out of here!"

The should-be damsel in distress, moved up closer to the beast. She recognized that look in the woman's eyes. She was more beast than woman right now, and didn't rightly know what she was doing. Lips pursed lightly as she shook her head at the man, giving him a look that said she had this. "G-get off of her b-back.. You're g-g-going to f-f-frighten her..." she whispered and swallowed hard.

The immortal furrowed her brow, and held out her hand to the beast. "Y-you're young, huh?" In terms of being a beast, of course. "All these p-people screaming around y-you..." she pouted as she attempted to run her fingers against Diane's cheek.

The man looked at Martyr like she was insane, "frighten her?!" Like she didn't just tear the throat out of his buddy and chased them down like a sick hunt. "Whatever, lady. You're crazy." He had that fuck this, I'm out! look on his face as he released Diana's shoulders and took a step back with his hands up like someone had a gun on him. "I'm not sticking around to watch this." He muttered, luckily allowed to leave thanks to the fact that Martyr was distracting Diane. He'd become moot to her at this point.

That was made apparent as she was wide, doe-like eyes that were watching her like a cat watching a mouse, lips pulled back from her too-big canines. She wasn't registering the words spoken to her, but something about this woman was keeping her from outright lunging and trying to maul her. It didn't stop her from snapping her teeth as her fingers got a little too close to Diana's cheek for the creature's comfort. A growl that didn't quite meet guttural ripped free from her gory lips, taking a step back from Martyr. She was purely animal, nothing there but instinct and urges of the bloodlust that made that little belly growl like she'd somehow swallowed a whale.

Ignoring the man for the most part, because he wasn't injured and he didn't need her. The fact that he walked away was probably for the best. The less people around, the better. She pulled those fingers back when teeth snapped and she shook her head. "H-hey..." she whispered, hands up in surrender as she swallowed hard. "I'm n-not g-g-going to h-hurt you..." she muttered. To prove it, she slowly began to lower herself to the ground in some form of submission. "It's ok-kay... I p-promise..."

Daemien · Date: 2016-08-09 03:35 EST

With the man gone, it was just Diana and Martyr in the shadowed space behind one of the warehouses. The beast was confused, a mixture of wanting to tear the reaper's throat out and wanting to curl up in her lap. The expression on her face said so, leaving her only frustrated with her warring thoughts and urges. Like a shark, she stalked around Mar in a circle, clearing having that internal battle even more so when Martyr showed that submissive action. Kill her... kill her... drink her.. ... no.

It was then that Daemien came bolting around the corner, after Evalynn had frantically informed him of Diana's escaped while he'd been out on a kill-free hunt. He was fresh-faced, the lack of killing apparently made him have some table manners. Familiar, loose combat boots with his usual form-fitting jeans the shade of a deep-set grey and a simple v-neck navy shirt beneath those multitudes of necklaces. His hair was left down, thick ropes of dreadlocks spread across his back and shoulders like tendrils. His hazels darted between Martyr and Diana as he made steady steps toward them, creeping slowly so Diana didn't just bolt from him. Those hazels narrowed almost dangerously, not trusting Martyr so close to her. "Move," he barked at her, "this isn't your responsibility."

The immortal didn't like that the woman was circling her, but she didn't follow her with those violet eyes. A familiar voice hit her ears, and she rolled her eyes. Martyr wasn't a killer, and she certainly didn't want to have the creature bolt off and go on another killing spree, so she didn't budge. She closed her eyes, and began to hum a soft tune. The goal was to get the creature calm, and possibly get a lap cuddle. It was her responsibility. When Daemien was letting his girls escape to reap chaos on the docks, it was her business.

A familiar voice broke through the animal's mind and registered, possibly not by her choice. It had a specific pull that any of his turned kin would understand. Master.. She let out a whimper, those luminescent red orbs growing wide at the sight of the man who'd brought this upon her, ignoring the urge now of her hunger as she edged closer to Martyr. She didn't really fear him, he hadn't given her a reason to... yet. But she knew she was in trouble, she could see it on his face. Like a dog that peed on the floor and knew her owner was going to be angered, her head ducked down, whimpers and whines leaving her as she rubbed her hungry belly. Her worrisome eyes flickered between him and Martyr, stuck between wanting to bolt, wanting to cling to Martyr so the big bad Blood King didn't punish her, and wanting to cower at his feet and beg forgiveness. But all she could do was stand there and tremble.

Like Martyr seemed to be ignoring him, he did the same. Both of their focus was on Diana, and though his expression was stern, a blatant expression of displeasure set deep. But his voice was soft, holding a certain... something to it. To him, he was calling her. Not only a master, but the leader of his particular blood line himself, his voice was the ultimate calling card to her. His hands came forward, fingers twitching lightly as he stopped a yard or two away from them, waiting for her to come to him. "Diane, you've been awfully naughty, haven't you?" It wasn't a tone of parental care, it was like he was speaking to a pet, his property. "Come, let's go home. You've caused enough trouble tonight.." the last part was somewhat emotionless, holding back his irritation. Not just for her, but Evalynn for not stopping her in time.

Oddly enough, Martyr wouldn't scold him for treating her like property. Mostly because she was all beasted out, and she didn't know how his kind handled things. When the woman edged closer, Martyr swallowed hard and turned to her, the song stopping. "H-hey," she whispered, slowly standing up to face Daemien after a moment. "Y-you're n-not going t-to hurt her, are y-you?" she asked with a frown. She'd not put herself in between the two for long, but she wanted to make sure that Diane was safe. Sorry, hero complex.

Her Master's voice calling to her made her visible shiver, bringing those curled fingers like makeshift claws up to hug around herself. Her gaze struggled to stay to the ground, a look of shame blatant on her expression as she shifted her weight from foot to foot. Only some of Martyr's words registered in her mind warped like an animal from the hunger. Hurt... that brought a whimper rocking through her. His instruction to come to him was almost unbearable to resist. Her hand instinctively lifted like she had no choice but to reach for him, a hesitant step toward him before she shoved her hand down and shook her head, lashing those honey locks across her face as she tried to resist him.

"What I do with my own, is my business," he informed Martyr, a narrowed gaze sliding over to her before turning back to Diana. She'd been the one giving him the most problems to tame, her will was strong and she was rebellious. Perhaps because unlike Evalynn, who'd come to him, he'd taken Diana. "But no, I'm not going to hurt her." Not yet. Until she was out of her bloodlust phase, where she was thinking clearly and like a human again, inflicting pain in her would only further damage the bond. He had to set it in stone, manipulate her mind to him, and only being less than a week turned, it was proving already to be a challenge. But he was proud of that. If only she'd stop fighting him, she would make a perfectly powerful puppet. The voice he spoke to Martyr was different than tone he used to Diana, taking a single step forward toward his kin as he kept his arms out for her. Almost cooing to her, "you can't go running off like that, Diana. Uncontrolled, uncalculated attacks.. someone could've come hunting you." He tsk'd her, shaking his head. He seemed to pleasant when talking to one of his own... it was a shame it was all just a game.

There was a deep frown when he spoke those words, and then he confirmed that he wasn't going to hurt her, she visibly calmed herself. Eyes fell shut for a moment, and she took in a deep breath. A hard swallow later, and she turned to Diana. "D-d-diana?" she called to her with a calm smile on her face. "M-my n-name is M-martyr.." she whispered. "I'll c-c-come with y-you, ok-kay?" she asked, offering out her hand. "Y-you have t-to g-go with him, so y-you c-can g-get better.. B-but I'll c-c-come with you if y-you w-want.."

That poor little confused... bloodthirsty savage.. exchanged darting glanced between the woman who's words just refused to register in that animal mind, and with the words that were clear as a bell from her Master. "Mar-tyr..." she spoke softly, a coarse whisper that held more growl than tone as she looked at Daemien. Words exchanged, some she understood, some she didn't, she got the jist of what was going on. Finally, she caved. Reluctance in every step as she edged closer to her caller, a shaky hand reached out to take one of his, but doe-like glances were shot to the woman who'd had such a calming effect on her. There was almost pleading in her eyes, fear of what her mistake could possibly bring her if the reaper didn't come with them.

His eyes shifted over to Martyr as she spoke, his jaw tensing with slight irritation before he let out a heaving sigh, his nostrils flaring. Slowly, that dreadlock-covered head nodded in agreement. She can follow around like a puppy if she wants, as long as Diana calms down. He honestly didn't care if Diana got killed by a hunter, it would be a stupid mistake on the girl's part. The only lenience he gave her was the fact that she was out of her mind and nothing more than an animal right now. She was vulnerable to the hunger, easily manipulated and controlled by it. It was Evalynn that would get the brunt of the punishment. It was her fault for Diana escaping. For not keeping a better eye on the newly changed vampire. "See? She's coming with us," to Diana, "come now." The last word was a final call, with enough pull to force her steps even as she started moving toward him. As his hand clasped around her, keeping firm grip that wouldn't stand a change of escaping from, he pulled her forward slowly, reaching out to swipe some of the blood that was still dripping from her chin. "Look at you, what a mess." The smile on his face was not disapproving of that fact, though. He was a messy eater himself, why would he chastise her for being the same? His arm snaked around the woman's waist, glancing over to Martyr as he turned himself and Diana toward another alley that would lead them home. "If you're coming, let's go before someone else shows up."

Daemien · Date: 2016-08-09 03:43 EST

Damn messy eaters. Was Martyr the only one who used a fucking napkin? A deep breath was taken as the immortal took a final look around. "Y-yeah," she whispered, smiling sweetly to Diana. She liked her, because she didn't know any better. Daemien did, and she didn't like him. She smoothed down her dress, and those white flats began padding along after him. "I'm c-c-coming.." she whispered, sticking close to the frightened vampress.

Though previously fearful of the Blood King, his call and embrace was welcomed. She'd resented him like an angered beast the first few days, hated the fact that he kept her chained up. Slowly, he was convincing her it was for her own good. She was creeping closer to her human mind again, a slow process but she knew enough that what she just did was stupid. Driven by hunger and a need to be sated, blinding by the growling of her stomach. Mainly, she just didn't want him mad at her. It was a war between her mind of wanting to hate him, but wanting to please him at the same time. A confusing war between will and bond that befuddled her. Leaving her glancing back at Martyr around his arm that was coiled around her shoulders, making sure Martyr was coming along, then nuzzling into his shoulder like a punished puppy that just wanted her owner to be happy with her.

A lingering glance to Martyr as he lead both of the women to the distraught building he called home, "I just can't get away from you, can I?" His tone was indifferent, his gaze seemingly cold as ever as it lingered on her. He didn't particularly want to get wholly away from Martyr, the source of that beneficial blood, but he didn't care much for the fact that they kept running into each other in such ways. Booted feet carried forward, allowing the nuzzle of his little pet as she seemed to cling onto him, ignoring the blood she was smearing on his fresh shirt but not the growl that rolled through her stomach. A ticking glance of those hazels to Diana's stomach, then an amused chuckle. "You can almost put down as much as I can," he muttered, turning a corner around a warehouse to bring them to the street where their home was nestled. And no, napkins were blasphemous to Daemien. He had a perfectly good tongue for that, thank you.

Whenever Diana looked back at her, she gave her a sweet smile each time. "D-d-don't worry, D-d-diana, I'm n-not g-g-going to leave y-you," she promised, and then turned her eyes back to Dae with a cold furrow of her brows. "You q-quit c-c-causing t-t-trouble and you'll stop r-r-running into m-me," she whispered to him, and rolled her eyes away. "As s-s-soon as she's ok-kay and calm, I'll leave and y-y-you w-w-won't see me," she puffed out her cheeks. She didn't like being around him anymore than he did.

Soft growls escaped the vampiress as she nuzzled into his shoulder, not being able to stop herself in the moment from being close to him but hating it at the same time. She was herself to know that this was wrong, how he'd taken her. That she could be fighting him, but why was it just so hard to do that? That whale made another sound in her stomach and she whimpered, tugging at his shirt as she lifted her head to peer up at him with pleading eyes.

"I was out hunting myself.." he sighed, shooting Martyr a glare. Damn their deal, hunting wasn't as much fun anymore. This deal better be damn well worth it. "Blame Evalynn for this trouble." He retaliated, distracted momentarily by the tugging on his shirt and Diana's pleading red gaze. His free hand lifted to uncurl her clawed fingers from his shirt, giving her a pointed look. "Soon. We're almost home." He pointed to the building that was no more than 3 buildings away, each step bringing them closer and closer.

Martyr frowned deeply at the growling stomach of the creature, and she averted her eyes. "I b-blame y-you." Martyr spat at him, and rolled her eyes away from him as she moved after. A hard swallow was taken in, and she picked up the pace to stay close.

A soft little huff left her as he subtly told her to wait, grumbling as she returned to her act of trying to bury her gory face into the shoulder of his shirt. He'd only slightly succeeded in plucking those clawed fingers from his shirt, the moment he'd moved his hand away from hers, she resumed her clutching onto him. Martyr's voice told her she was still following, the soothing presence of the reaper keeping the animalistic woman at bay as they edged closer to their home.

"I can only imagine why," he muttered, jaw tensing. Fear not, Martyr. He wasn't like her anymore than she was liking him. Were it not for their deal, or perhaps her need to play Hero when it came to his lifestyle, --not for his benefit but everyone else's-- they probably wouldn't associate. He let out a low, rumbling growl that reverberated through his chest when Diane clutched onto him with her claws a bit roughly, but he didn't go for stopping her. They'd made it to the front door, just in time for his second --though first in their making between the two-- pet opened it for them. A woman looking to be of Western culture, but with a New York accent greeted them, holding the door open for Daemien with wide, worried eyes. "Daemien, I'm so sorry." She pleaded with him, begging for forgiveness from the man the poor, oblivious girl seemed to admire. "I didn't think she could get free, I just left for a moment and I..." she dead panned as she looked past Daemien to Martyr, her pleading caramel hues narrowing as she eyed the newcomer. "Who is she?"

'I'm Martyr, bitch!' Of course she didn't say that, but the player found humor in imagining that she said such a thing and then threw glitter in the vampress' face. The fear and pleading on the woman's face was enough to make Martyr frown with compassion. She lowered her pretty violet eyes that were too big with lashes too long to be normal. "H-hey..." she said softly to Diana who seemed to be spazzing a bit. "C-calm down p-pretty please?"

Diana was spazzing a little bit, the fact they were now home, the worry of both Evalynn and Daemien being upset with her, her own confused emotions about the both of them. She felt a strange connection to them both, the Blood King of course much, much stronger. Evalynn was usually nice to her, taking her in like they were one big happy, bloodthirsty family. But she wondered if the woman was crazy, she saw the adoring, loving look she gave Daemien who didn't really act that way with her. She knew the man she was clutching to was a horrible monster, but he fed her. And she was just so hungry.. all.. the time... It was Martyr's words that soothed her, the urge to release Daemien and cling to Martyr instead was overwhelming. "Mar-... Martyr..." she whimpered again, trying and failing to say the name at first like she was a child trying to say her first word, but succeeded the second time.

"We'll discuss it later," he spoke plainly to Evalynn, the warning he showed the woman through a simple glance of hazels were turned away from Martyr. A look that made Evalynn lower her gaze to the floor and nod her head sullenly, her eyes lifting only to narrow again at Martyr. "She's the one I told you about, the Hero." He snickered, an almost disdainful look as his gaze drifted over the whole of Martyr's frame. "It's fine," he turned his gaze away from Mar, pulling his arm off Diana's shoulders just as he grasped the hand clutching his shirt, "let's just get her inside." He sighed, managing to pry the whimpering vampiress' claws out of his shirt so he could re-position himself behind her just in case she tried to make a break for it. A hand clutching around hers, another curling around her waist as he guided her --of which she seemed a bit reluctant-- into the house. "I need a drink," he admitted, nodding his head in Martyr's direction for Evalynn. "I'll deal with Diana, get her whatever she wants." And into the home they were going.

When Diana worked out her name, Martyr smiled warmly. "V-very g-good," she said with a nod of her head. Then he was moving into the house, and Martyr hesitated for a moment. When she got her half-assed invitation, Martyr lowered her eyes and followed him inside. "Wh-where are y-y-you t-taking her?" she asked, furrowing her brow. She was a mother, she couldn't turn it off.

The trembling, hungry vampire caught the warm smile given by Martyr. She liked the reaper, the soothing presence she gave that was probably the only thing keeping her calm instead of fighting Daemien tooth and nail as they ventured further into the home. It was a contrast to the rundown exterior, inside it was clean, cozy. Filled with plush furniture, the floors looked brand new and the wallpaper wasn't even close to peeling. It wasn't anything really fancy, but was cozy. Like a warm cabin in the middle of winter. Those bright eyes flickered through the room, the hand not being held by her Master was clutched tightly to her chest like she was waiting for something to pop out of the walls and get her. Her fingers clawed lightly at the burning that was beginning in her throat. "Hu-Hungry..." she whimpered, an indication that she was edging closer to her human side. Whether it was Martyr's presence, or it was merely will of pushing through the hunger, or maybe it was just time for her to come out of it.. it was difficult to determine.

Daemien · Date: 2016-08-09 03:44 EST

With Martyr following him inside, Evalynn closed the door behind them. Like a loyal servant to the Blood King, her expression riddled with shame and embarrassment of tonight's fuck-up was apparent on her face. She felt ashamed of herself for letting Daemien down. She squeezed past Martyr, then Daemien in the hallway, edging closer to the kitchen to get what he'd requested of her. Pausing only when she caught sight of Diana scratching at her throat, a gentle hand reached out to push those fingers away, shaking her head gently. "No, no. Don't do that." It was soft, like she was instructing a child before a final apologetic glance was shot over to Daemien who hardly gave her a glance. Oh no, he definitely was not happy with his little pet. She winced, turning and heading right for the kitchen.

"She needs to feed," he scoffed, as if what he said was obvious. "My blood will sate her the quickest, and keep her hunger at bay longer," and keep the bond stronger. He couldn't have his puppets losing that bond, the initial phase of the changing the most important to feed his blood to her. He continued to guide the trembling and twitching hungry vampiress toward the living room, a glance over his shoulder to Martyr. "She'll be more complacent when the burning and hunger ease down," he informed her before turning his gaze away as they crept closer to the couch. It was a deep crimson, perhaps strategic in it's covering to mask the risk of blood stains. When reaching the piece of furniture, he kept a firm grip on her hand while he sat down close to the edge, curling his hand for Diana to follow him. "Come on, let's get rid of that burning, hm?" His tone was much more soothing than it had been, his hand coming up to pull her scratching hand away from the girl's throat before she clawed her way through it.

The immortal watched after Evalyn and frowned lightly. She didn't like this, she didn't like the idea of people being unhappy. She also didn't like the idea that these girls were once people. People that he turned and warped into his own pets. Diana was out of her mind with hunger, and poor Evalynn probably had stockholme syndrome. She followed him to the couch, and nodded softly. He was going to feed her from himself. That was...well, it was comforting. At least he wasn't sacrificing people. She inched toward the couch and stood by it. If Diana did any real damage to her own throat, she'd heal it. "W-will..." Martyr tried to stay calm. "W-will she out g-grow this?"

Her eyes were squeezed shut that the burning itch that was spreading through her throat, like she'd walked though the Sahara and hadn't had water in days. She tried to whimper but just ended up coughing, fingers scratching at her throat until Daemien pulled her hand away from it. Her eyes snapped open as he mentioned getting rid of that awful burn, her expression pleading and almost desperate as her stomach made emphasis by growling. She allowed him to guide her closer but instead of moving to the couch, she moved closer to him. The fresh bond instinctively brought on urges to be close to him, bringing her to the act of worming her way between his legs to sit between them with her back to him, more animal than human still as she leaned against one of his legs and looked up him, impatience riddled all over her features. Feed me, dammit! Stop this horrible burning!

Since Daemien was feeding Diana, she took her sweet time of moping in the kitchen for a while. That poor downtrodden vampiress absolutely hated it when she disappointed him. Whether it was Stockholm Syndrome or her own delusion of supposed White Knight syndrome, that would probably need to be determined by a psychologist.

He didn't stop Diana from edging herself between his legs, instead only spread his feet further to give her room. He usually fed her while she was chained up, her rebellious and vicious nature making it difficult for this kind of feeding to happen. Martyr's presence visibly kept her calm, but he didn't question it... yet. Instead it was the reaper questioning him. He glanced up to her, taking his sweet time in responding as he took first priority in getting Diana set up. His arms circled around her head as he leaned forward, almost cradling her with his legs and frame as he removed his watch to expose the thickest veins of his wrist. When free of the thick leather of the watch, the band tossed aside to the couch as he peered around Diana to bring his wrist directly to her mouth, which she responded promptly by enveloping with her mouth, biting down and bringing a soft sigh from him. The pain was almost relieving as he finally looked back up to Martyr. "Her behavior is temporary. The first stage of the changing brings out sever bloodlust.." He was mostly keeping an eye to Diana, making sure she was actually feeding and not just making a mess. Hazels ticked up to her now and then as he spoke. "Mine in particular act more animalistic than my sister's. Through their hunger, they depend on their instincts, instead of thinking logically like humans. Evalynn was the same way, though she was significantly less rebellious than this one," he mused, his free hand moving to stroke the honey locks away from Diana's face as she fed like a starving animal from his wrist, but didn't waste a drop of his succulent blood.

Listening to him speak, she appreciated that he wasn't being a short asshole around her this time, and actually calmed her concerns. After a while, she folded her arms across her stomach and slowly lowered herself to the couch. She watched Diana drink and frowned lightly. Poor girl... She didn't question it, though, because she didn't know. She liked to think that he turned her to keep her alive, that both those girls were on the brink of death and he spared them. She wouldn't ask, because she was smart enough to not want to know the answer to the question. She offered a simple nod to his words and lowered her head in a submissive way. She was in his house, and wouldn't dare disrespect him.

As Diana continued to feed, clutching onto his bent leg with one arm with her other hand kept his wrist to her mouth. There was tender --though not genuine-- touches as he coaxed her hair away from her face, fingers raking through her hair as she nursed from his vein, visibly calming as she kept up with it. Like an infant, she'd reached the point of learning when to call it quits when she was full. Making that mistake only a couple times, mistakes he hadn't been pleased nor surprised about when she over filled her belly and ended up looking like the Exorcist with blood instead of pea soup... and the head turning... that didn't happen either.. He glanced over to Martyr, seeming to be more respectful to him in his own home than she'd been on the street. Something he did appreciate. He probably wouldn't take well to be disrespected in his own home. "With any luck, she'll be acting more human in another week or so." He confirmed, tucking a stray strand of honey behind her ear as her grip on him was easing, growing closer and closer to being sated.

Fingers twitched lightly, because she didn't like idle hands. She wanted to hold Diana and rock her, and hum to her until she fell asleep. She wanted to offer her affection, genuine affection and tenderness. She sucked in a breath and fiddled with the same of her dress, nodding away at his words. "G-g-good," she whispered, her lyrics broken as she crossed her legs and watched Diana for a moment.

It only took a few moments, both Diana's and Daemien's lids growing heavy. Hers from sated hunger and finally feeling full, the burning itch gone in her throat and Daemien's through exhaustion from a possibly unhealthy amount of his blood drained from him. He didn't feel the dizziness that he'd felt through the bond with Martyr, but he felt tired and perhaps even vulnerable. There was a reason why Evalynn was so vital to him at the moment, she took care of them both. She was the attack dog, keeping watch over Diana while he was gone, and keeping watch over him after moments of feeding the needy new vampiress to make sure he didn't get attacked while he was weakened. A moment later and Diana was reluctantly pulling her mouth away from his wrist, the faint remnants of Martyr's blood in his system that had lessened over the past days since he'd fed from her made a slow recovery to the two single wounds on his wrist. Wounds that were spared wasting even a trickle of blood as Diana lapped up the remainder until there was no more. He slumped back against the cushions, exhaustion riddled on his face as Diana had a soft, happy smile on her face like a well-fed cat, including the gentle nuzzles she made to the inside of his knee where she was leaning and clutching onto his leg, pausing only to look over to Martyr. She was still a gruesome mess, however. The smile that was an attempt of the sweetness the reaper had offered to her contorted with the sight of the blood that was drying on her chin and chest, staining the flannel shirt and nothing else that she was wearing.

It was then that Evalynn reappeared, as if on cue with a bottle of pure blood. It wasn't ideal, not his favored way of drinking straight from the tap, but it would perk him up from the blood taken from Diana. At least a little. She still looked like a dog that had peed on the floor, shame apparent in her slumped shoulders and on her face as she moved to sit beside beside him and Diana, pouring a glass of the thick, crimson liquid and held it out to him. She looked over to Martyr, her voice soft. "Can I get you anything?" She was playing the proper host, perhaps a bit melancholy until Daemien sighed, too tired to be angry with his little pet. They'd surely have a talk later, but he didn't want to deal with her moping, making an effort to reach his hand out to stroke the side of her cheek with the back of his knuckles. A gesture that visibly soothed and erased that punted-puppy look on the tanned woman. He doesn't hate me...

Daemien · Date: 2016-08-09 03:48 EST

When Diana smiled at her, she gave a soft little one in return. "Y-you sure are m-messy..." she said with a shake of her head. She sank her fingernails into the seam of her dress and gave it a sharp yank. She tore it all the way around, taking a good four inches off the length as she brought up the makeshift rag. Her mannerisms had mom written all over them, because she was licking the fabric and wiping the woman's face and neck off. "W-wiping you off w-with spit c-cause we don't have soap or w-water~... We're g-g-gonna get you n-nice and clean, from y-your latest slaughter.~" She sang softly to her. Then there was a wild Evalynn, and Martyr jumped up. "Oh, n-n-no.. P-please, sit..." she said, offering her spot to the woman.

Oh, that girl was just going to put a fight the whole time. Probably didn't help the sight of Martyr going mom mode, she acted like a toddler in return. Her head turned this way and that, trying to dodge and and avoid the spit bath the reaper was trying to give her. She grumbled, growled and lazily swatted at her hands and the rag. Her belly was too full to really put up a successful fight in the midst, giving up on the swatting but it didn't stop her from squinting her eyes shut and turning her head back and forth with a crinkled face. She was definitely a difficult one, as Daemien had told her! Mar suddenly jumping up, she was free from the meager bath given to her, making a face and swiping at where the spit had been rubbed... with grimy hands that only smeared more mess on her. Oops!

The Blood King raised a brow at the gestures Martyr made, from the song... the fact that she was making a gesture he'd seen his sister's wife make --even attempt to do to him once--.. then that ridiculous song that he stared at her with one brow raised, one eye squinting and almost twitching at her. Until he burst out in tired laughter, shaking his head. She had mom written all over her. Luckily... the savage beast had one limit. He didn't go after children... Not unless he wanted Dreikava herself to hunt him down and shove her spellsword up his ass.

Watching along with Daemien, she found less humor in her actions than sympathy. She, too, could tell that Martyr was a mother, or at least meant to be one. There was a softness at the corner of her eyes as she thought about it for a moment, swiping those thoughts away with a soft shake of her head, though the faint smile on her face remained. And then Martyr was jumping up to offer her seat and the vampiress waved a hand at her dismissively. "Don't worry about it," she said, turning her body to fit between the Blood King and the arm of the couch. Daemien was still too out of it to be angered, and she took the opportunity to portray a little information. "After feeding Diana is one of the few times I can get away with being clingy," she offered her a coy smile, lifting an arm to prop against the back of the couch, elevating herself with her leaning on Daemien. "I take advantage of it while I can." She propped the bottle in her hand on the top of her knee, giving the alpha an affectionate glance before refilling his glass for him once he'd calmed from his laughter.

When she messed up the work, Martyr narrowed her eyes and found a clean spot on the rag. She began licking at it to wet it, and then attempted to grab those messy little fingers and clean them off one by one. "Let's try this thing one more time, I can't think of another word to rhyme.. Well..at least not a word that fits, but I will not call it quits.. You got yourself all messy once more," she crinkled her nose as she attempted to get her face once more and giggled. "I don't know what you did that for." Finishing that song in the tune of Twinkle Twinkle Little Star. There was a sad smile for Evalynn as she abandoned the task of cleaning off the pet and sat herself back down on the couch quietly. That poor woman.. She's so hopelessly in love with him... She fought back tears. Could he ever love her...?

The new song had her scrunching up her face, those curled fingers that seemed to be stuck in an animalistic clawed way wiggled as she growled and grumbled her way through being cleaned up a second time. Maybe she liked being all gory and gruesome, huh... huh?! No, no she didn't. In fact, she didn't care much for it, but she hated being bathed --especially with spit-- like this. Something about the reaper kept the vampiress from trying to bite and claw at her, though. Instead, she just made the grumpiest expression at her.

Evalynn's words only brought a grumbling mumble from him, but he still didn't push her away. He put up with most of the things that she did to him, for a few reasons. She did whatever he asked of her --sometimes without even asking--, she took good care of both him and any stray he picked up --not once complaining, as long as he had time for her, too--, and what good would it do keeping her wrapped around his finger if he shunned her affections and treated her badly? After losing his last and only wife, no... he could never love her. She wasn't Renzea. But he knew how to play this game. And he wasn't wholly against his pets being obsessed with him as long as they didn't cause any trouble in his behalf. Evalynn wasn't the trouble-causing type. He relaxed there in the cushions of the couch, with Evalynn curled around him and Diane nestled between his legs fighting off Martyr's bathing advances and singing that ridiculous song. Repetitive sips of his bloody cocktail made as he lazily flopped his arm over the thigh of his admirer, shaking his head at Mar's antics.

It wasn't necessarily that she was in love with him. He'd saved her life, the poor woman thinking that he'd done it out of mercy or sympathy for her, oblivious to his devious intentions of giving her a second chance at life. She knew he didn't love her, she knew he'd had a wife that he'd lost before. She knew he was broken, even if he didn't say so. But part of her wanted to fix him, wanted to get him past it, whether it was her or someone else. She wanted what was best for her savior, a savage creature she now devoted her life to protecting and taking care of. She giggled lightly at Martyr's song, her head tilting as genuine innocence was blatant on her features as she asked. "Are you a mother?" The arm propped on the couch was bent at an angle that allowed her to play with one of those coarse dreadlocks, rolling it between her fingers. She seemed happy and content sitting there, even more when he actually made contact with her.

The immortal sat there for a moment as she thought of the question, and there was another sad little smile on her face. She had a son, and a daughter. Though she hadn't a clue about her son or where he was, Valcroix had taken them. His mindset was Max needed her, and Vice needed him. The pain of losing her son was too much for her to bear, and Aviana showed mercy on her by stripping her mind of that little detail. Still, she couldn't shake that sad feeling whenever someone brought up that word to her. She closed her eyes warmly and balled up the messy makeshift rag in her hands as she folded them over her lap. "Yes. I have a d-d-daughter. Her n-n-name is M-max," she whispered.

That little well-fed vampire let out a yawn, one eye squinting closed as she kept the other one open, her mouth growing large and revealing those giant canines that looked way too large for her mouth. She slumped back against the couch, and incidentally between Daemien's legs, flopping her arms over his thigh as she rested her chin over the fabric of his jeans covering his thigh. She was creeping closer to being human, slowly as ever, but many of her antics resembled that of a rabid beast when hungry, or a domestic pet when sated. Luckily, she was sated now. Her peering gaze was stuck to Martyr like glue, contemplation of curling up in her lap evident on her features.

A glance was shot in Mar's direction at the mention of having a daughter, an undefinable expression crossing his features before he went about taking another sip from his own little Bloody Mary of sorts. Or maybe it was Betty? Who knows what her name was, she was now in a cup. The sip he took was rolled around on his tongue, still too exhausted to really be of any help to the conversation. Children was something he didn't care to talk about. Mostly because his cherished daughter was in the hands of a feathery douchebag. Diana shifting her position was earned a glance of those hazels that were only faintly tinged with red, but otherwise he didn't really acknowledge the gesture. Neither moving to give her attention nor shun the attention give by her.

"I never had children," she admitted, a soft smile on her face that covered the sadness in her eyes. She didn't wholly dislike Diana in this condition, sure it was difficult to handle at times, but the child or animal-like demeanor as she was half out of her mind... it was the closest to motherhood she got to have since her heart was no longer beating. She moved the bottle to fit between herself and Daemien's hip, reaching out to stroke her fingers through the bloodlust-driven vampiress' hair, working out the tangles as sounds of grumbling growls escaped the little fledgling who was tired of being groomed. Her gaze drifted back to Martyr, a warm smile spreading. How could these two be sweet when they were surrounded by such an evil man all the time? It was a drastic contrast to the man sitting between the two women. "I don't know how you're able to calm this little trouble-maker so easily, but I appreciate it." Speaking the words that would never be heard from Daemian. She looked bashful for a moment, a blush would surface if she could muster it in that undead flesh. "It was my mistake for taking her out of my sights, you made things so much easier to bring her back." A side glance to Daemian, concern for the weakened Blood King riddled all over her like an open book.

Those big violet eyes stared back at Diana for a moment, her expression blank as she read what was in Diana's eyes. She was fairly certain she knew that look, and she reached out slowly to rub the vampress' cheek. "It'll b-b-be okay," she whispered softly, and she wanted to hold her, and rock her, but she wouldn't. She didn't need to get anymore involved in the girl's life than she already seemed to be. It would make it harder on her to leave. Martyr had a way of making beasts, and sometimes people imprint on her. When they were more animalistic, it was harder to shake off that neediness that lingered. Eyes trailed back up to Evalynn and she smiled. "I w-w-wasn't ready when I h-had M-max," she admitted. "I m-met m-my husband when I had n-no m-memories," she whispered. "So I w-was v-very m-much a ch-child m-myself," muttering that admission. Valcroix had found her when she was fresh after head trauma, and he'd manipulated her, and used her for her blood. It didn't take very long for him to love her, though, as most did. Max came very shortly after. "I w-w-wouldn't t-trade her f-f-for the w-w-world, though," she smiled, opening up because Evalynn was kind. It was probably the most Dae had heard her talk. "She's st-stronger than m-me, and sm-smarter.." The immortal whispered, and then smiled softly. "It d-d-doesn't t-take being p-pregnant t-t-to b-be a m-mother, it t-takes heart.. Someday, you'll f-find that," she whispered with a smile upon her pretty face. "I j-just know it."

Daemien · Date: 2016-08-09 04:03 EST

A happy little sound escaped the lips of the sleepy vampire as the reaper rubbed her cheek, those eyes slowly closing as she seemed to slump more into Daemien's lap. He was surely going to have his hands full when she came to and got past this stage, she was a fighter. Unfortunately she wasn't much of a fighter at all at the moment due to having a full belly of her Master's blood.

He was slowly perking up, glass by glass of the blood from the bottle, that hazy and dazed expression clearing from his face as he glanced down to Diana who was sprawled over his lap. Her attire was battered and bloody, her face still had some splatters and stains that would need more than spit to clean off. "Evalynn, would you be a darling and clean up Diana? Before she falls asleep on my lap..." a soft snicker fell from between those canines as he lifted his arm from Evalynn's thigh to gave a ruffling scratch to the top of the sleepy vampire's head. "You know how grumpy she gets if we have to wake her up to do it." A rabid temper tantrum was a horrible experience for anyone, and not one that Daemien wanted to deal with again. He didn't seem to react much to Martyr's story, mainly because he rarely let on to his actual thoughts that were spinning through his head. The bits that he'd heard through his daze, at least.

Martyr's kind words made her smile, hiding the rest of her emotions tightly with that smile. "Maybe." She nodded once, "only time will tell. I'm content with this little family for now." Lyrical laughter spilled from her lips as she looked to Daemien at his request, then a look to Diana that only proved he was right. She dramatically shuttered as he brought up the last tantrum they had to deal with. "I'd rather eat my own arm than deal with another of her tantrums," she chuckled, letting go of the dreadlock that she'd been playing with, easing herself out of the space between him and the armrest to ease herself to graceful feet. She moved around his legs and didn't bother messing around as she scooped up the sleepy little vampire like she weighed nothing at all. "C'mon Diana, let's get you cleaned up for bed, hm?" Cue those grumbling growls from the rabid fledgling as she gave a disapproving look to Evalynn. Oh if looks could kill... Daemien's first pet would be dead twice over.

There was a smile that seemed to mime the noise that left Diana and she closed her eyes warmly. Part of her wanted to assist Evalynn in her quest to clean up the infant vampire, but again, she couldn't let her get attached. So she smiled politely and nodded her head, "Y-you'd m-make a g-g-great m-mother," she assured her, and dipped her head. "If I d-d-don't see you again, t-t-take care," she smiled softly. Then she uncomfortably sat with her hands folded over in her lap, still clutching that bloody rag.

She was glaring away at Evalynn like she wanted to claw her eyes out... if only she wasn't soooo full. Instead, she just decided to make it difficult for her and went completely limp in Evalynn's arms, her head and arms flopping to dangle down. The upside down head that was aimed in Mar and Daemien's direction had a wicked, mischievous little smile on her face like I'm not gonna make it easy on her.

Warmth spread further as she gave her that compliment, giving a glance down at Diana before turning back to Martyr. "You're a sweet woman for saying so, thank you.." A bow of her head until the fledgling in her arms decided to be a pest and went dead weight on her, making her grunt and re-position her arms with a jostling motion. "You little brat.." She muttered to the fledgling, then to Martyr with a soft laugh as she just decided to flop Diana over her shoulder like a sack of potatoes, the fledgling not seeming to care in the least besides grasping the hem of her shirt and gnawing on it. "You too, Martyr. It was actually very pleasant to meet you.... C'mon, you." She huffed, carting the fledgling off who just dangled with swaying arms, continuing to play possum to make things difficult for Evalynn.

Martyr's niceties had him narrowing his eyes, and he wanted to shove her off the couch. Instead, he relaxed there in the cushions, a wide and wicked smile spreading as Diana pulled her antics on Evalynn. This was subtly the woman's punishment for letting the fledgling out of her sight, to have to bath and change her.... and actually put her to bed. It may take a while. Those hazels peered over the rim of his glass as he finished it off, finally moving for the first time in a hot minute to lean to the side to empty his hands of the empty bottle and glass. He was feeling better, though still weak, but it would pass by morning. "You seem uncomfortable," calling her out on it as he settled back into the cushion, shifting himself to where he didn't look like such a lazy ass. "Did you expect coffins and maybe a grand piano?" He teased, his brows rising as he kept himself from laughing at the idea.

Watching the two off, Martyr smiled and then turned her pretty eyes over to him when he finally spoke. Mostly, she was half expecting him to tell her to get the fuck out of the house now that her purpose was served. When he asked about what she expected, she let out a giggle, it was airy and almost musical. "N-no," she shook her head. "B-but it w-wasn't..." she gestured around the place. "This." The girl shrugged. "It's a l-lot n-nicer than it l-looks on the outside, p-probably to k-keep people f-from w-wanting to b-break in," she guessed. "I d-d-didn't expect y-y-you to have a l-little f-family, though."

With Evalynn having taken Diana off for her bath, the temptation of telling Mar exactly that was relatively strong. He refrained, though. Mainly because the fledgling's feeding from him had taken quite a bit of fight from him, and he was still too tired to put his Douchebaggery Meter on full blast. He snickered, shaking his head as she admitted it wasn't what she'd expected. The word family didn't settle well with him, leaving him silent for a moment before his shoulders rose in a slight shrug. "Safety in numbers." Was all he said on that fact, mainly because his girls weren't that far away from him. Keep playing the game, keep them loyal. "Our own little Addams Family," he muttered, though sounding almost monotone as the words spilled from his lips softly. He glanced over to her with a skeptical look then, taking notice that she'd figured out why the outside looks the way it does. "Most people don't want to make the effort if it doesn't look worth it." From the outside... it definitely looked like a shit hole.

Eyes trailed around, and then she let out a soft little sigh, "I f-feel awful b-bad for anyone who b-breaks in h-here..." The immortal couldn't imagine they'd last very long. Martyr was certain she could put up a fight against him, being the daughter of a very powerful reaper... Against all three of them, though? Yeah, probably not. That's why she was glad she was invited in. She took the bloody rag and licked it once more before leaning in and swiping the blood off of his wrist. "You v-vampires are always s-so m-messy. H-how d-does it not b-bother you? I h-hate when b-blood d-dies on m-me.."

"If I'm not home, Evalynn can easily hold the fort..." He snickered, that hazel gaze shifting over to where the two vampiresses had gone. "Most of the time," the last was muttered, slight irritation in his tone though he was getting past it relatively quickly. It was a mistake that could've been much, much worse. Diana was home safely, and with any luck, it would be a mistake that wouldn't be repeated. Distracted suddenly from his inner monologue due to the fact that Mrs. Mom was swiping away his hard earned blood. He snarled lightly, still too tired to put up a fight but a mean glare was shot in her direction before he pulled his arm away from her. Take your motherly instincts elsewhere, Hero... But instead of voicing such a thought, he was behaving himself for now. It was a rare moment, and only because she had made it easier for him to get Diana home. "I have my reasons." He didn't feel the need to explain to her that being filthy wasn't something he was accustomed to, after all... He was from Purgatory.

"D-don't be m-mad at her..." she whispered. "Letting y-y-you d-down is it's own p-punishment," Martyr told him and raised her eyes to him as she continued to clean off his blood. "She r-really c-cares about y-you, and y-you g-got her home... she f-feels b-bad enough," those lips pursed in a displeasured manner, and only furthered when he snarled. "D-don't you t-take that t-tone with m-me, m-mister. Y-you d-d-don't scare m-me when you're n-not w-weak, you d-don't scare m-me n-now."

That steely gaze moved to her as she told him he shouldn't be angry with her. Deep down, he knew she was right. Out of many of his vampires, past and present, Evalynn was his most loyal apart from his previous wife. His jaw tensed, shifting from side to side as he mulled it over. He didn't seem pleased with it, but he reluctantly agreed. "You may have a point." He was bull-headed, cruel, and was a stern Blood King, but even he couldn't deny logic when it was shoved in his face. "Besides, bathing Diana is punishment in itself," and as if on cue, his wicked smile returned as he heard growling and splashing. Then Evalynn's voice going stern mother on her to get her to calm down. He let out a coarse laugh before it was cut short by Martyr's chastising. Oh, the glare he gave her. Snarky as ever, "save your mothering for Max, I already have one." Had... He had one. Though he put up with more than enough of that motherly instinct from his twin's wife as it was. He didn't plan on allowing Martyr to take up the reigns with that as well.

Eyes trailed up to him, and she stared a moment, one hand holding his arm, the other pausing with the spit-blood rag pressed against his flesh. Yeah, she was mesmerized for a moment, her nose twitching away as too wide eyes stared at him. He agreed with me?... He committed Max's name to memory..? lost in thought, her stare lingered. He isn't as bad as he pretends to be. He's still bad...but maybe there's some hope for him yet... And with that, she smiled like an idiot, displaying those overly sharp teeth in a too innocent smile.

Daemien · Date: 2016-08-09 04:51 EST

Her staring gaze was met with his own questionable stare. Slowly, one brow edged higher than the other, giving her an look that held no amusement whatsoever. The hell do you want? Having their own little stare contest, hers seeming to be surprised where his was skeptical on what the hell she was thinking in that damned head of hers. That stare narrowed as it continued to last and he downright glared at her when she gave him that dastardly smile. It was him that broke the stare, turning his gaze away as he pulled his arm from her grasp and rose to his feet. He could hear Evalynn finishing up with Diana, or maybe wrestling clothes on her according to the cursing that was falling from the New York woman's lips and the newest family member's snarls. "It's getting late," his subtle way without being a total dickbag about dismissing her. Perhaps he just didn't want to deal with Martyr trying to argue with him when he had to chain the fledgling back up again. Something told him she wouldn't like that sight. Oblivious as ever to Martyr's thoughts that he could change, else he probably would've argued with her. He didn't want to change.

Oh he wanted to change, he just didn't know he wanted to change! Martyr's cheeks flushed brightly as a realization hit her that she'd been staring. "Oh, uhm... R-right, I should p-probably g-g-get g-g-going..." she lowered those eyes, and then bit into her lip. She wouldn't argue with them chaining up Diana. Mostly because she knew that the girl was a harm to herself and others right about now. That didn't mean she wanted to see it. "S-see you around, M-mister."

"I'll walk you out," an offering perhaps because he didn't trust her. He turned towards the doorway, his gait was slow from his weakened, tired state but that didn't mean he'd just sit on the couch like a baked potato. That would be for another day when Hydro came to visit! For now, he paused and glanced over his shoulder, waiting for her to follow him before he'd continue on toward the door.

It was pretty pointless not to trust Martyr. As long as her eyes were violet, she'd be a loyal person, even if she didn't like someone. When he offered to walk her out, she nodded, because she was pretty sure she knew why. Either way, it didn't offend her. Something bad must've happened to him, but they weren't to the point to where she could ask about it. Strange since he'd been, y'know...inside her. They might get there, they might not. She headed towards the door, "Thank y-y-you for h-having m-me over," she whispered as she reached for the door. There'd be a bear waiting outside the place. Probably because it didn't trust him.

It was probably a pointless venture to take it personally anyhow, he's the bad twin, leaving him with a multitude of enemies that would love to see him die... again. Even if she asked, considering their standing as it was, he probably would just look at her like an idiot for asking something so personally from him. Perhaps a snide comment about how they weren't friends. At a later date? Who knows if they'd ever get past their current distaste of each other. She was a tool to use to him, and he was something to either fix or try to tame to her. Maybe, that's at least how he saw it. When they reached the door, he gave her a blank stare for thanking him, shaking his head afterwards. "You say that like I asked you over for tea," he snickered, reaching around her to grasp the edge of the door when she'd opened it, only to stare at the bear. Possibly like he wanted to eat it.. possibly just to hurt Martyr.

It wasn't a time for her to ask. For now, she was content with the deal they had. He wasn't killing and she was okay with that. She didn't answer him when he offered the sarcasm to her sentiment, she gave him a nod and watched the bear lower herself to the ground. Climbing upon her back, Martyr gave him a final glance as the creature stood tall and began walking off.

He watched for a moment, not lingering to keep the door wide open. Mainly because Evalynn called for his help with Diana, to which he glanced over his shoulder toward the doorway to the living room. His nostrils flared in a sigh. If she would just stop resisting, dammit. It would likely make it easier on everyone, including the fledgling. "Coming," he heaved, shutting the door as he strode off to assist in the struggle to chain the little feral.

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Adapted with permission from live play with Martyr.~