"Immortals' Affairs" (Private) by PURE-MADNESS & lovemegone

[PURE-MADNESS]

WARNING: +18

 

 

Plot:

 

The immortals' world is divided in factions, each part being ruled by strong old noble families. However, they are all united by one central government, the royal family, known for its incomparable strength and cruelty in the battlefield. Recently, the king have been assassinated, leaving four legitimate sons behind to fight over the throne. The castle has turned into a battlefield and so has the nation.

 

(MC) is one of the princes, the youngest one, and the one less likely to become the next king, which he is glad for. His brothers however sees him as an obstacle, for in life the previous king greatly favor him. After two assassination attacks, (MC) decides to leave the capital, escaping for his brothers' claws. During his journey, he encounters a "slave" (YC) who is being abused by his owner. This slave, however, was like no other he had seen before, not only was he a beauty, but he held the elegance and classiness of a noble, and he kept on repeating unusual things. (MC) saves him, and said boy tells him about how he is running away from "someone", although he gives no further explanation. The two begin their journey together, as they fight for survival, and fall into a very complicated love affair.

 

 

Characters:

 

 

 

 

 

Name: Michel

 

Age: Many thousand years (appearance of a late teenager)

 

Class: Hybrid of a high class demon-lower class witch

 

Powers/Abilities: Michel inherited from his father the terrifying power of death, he is able to sucked out the soul out of a living being with a simple touch if he so wishes it. He is also able to control dead souls to do his beating for him. He have other combat abilities such as swordmenship and martial arts.

 

Orientation: Bisexual

 

Position: Seke

 

Personality: Michel like any other demon, is sadistic and cruel, however, there is a part of him that is very human-like because of his mother. He appears calm and laid-back, even under the worst circumstances. He always gets everything he puts his eyes on or finds interesting. He hates it when people order him around, and he hates responsibility. He loves sex, having a different lover every time, and is a complete pervert. He is quiet possessive and when provoked extremely dangerous. He likes playing around, and doesn't take things seriously most of the time.

 

Bio: Michel is the illegitimate son of the immortals' king and a low class witch. His father adopted him when he was a baby, so that no one knew about his origins, reason why he never met his mother. His step-mothers holds great resentment towards him, and so does his brothers. The king favored him above his other children because he could see the child's potential as a ruler, and made sure to give him a proper education despite Michel's un-interest in the throne. Michel had problems controlling his power as a child, which caused many devastating events, and made him a loner. After his father's death, his brothers attempted to kill him in various occasions, but they failed. Michel escaped the last one, and left for good, but his brothers are still after his head.

 

 

 

 

Name: Shadow

 

Age: 17 years old

 

Class: Werewolf;slave;former future alpha

 

Powers: Has a wolf form (pure black with small light grey patch of fur on his forehead), super human strength, fast healing ability, if he accepts a person into his pack he can communicate telepathically. Also a good street fighter,no real form but knows how to handle himself in a fight.

 

Orientation: Uke

 

Personality: Shadow is very hot headed but fiercely protective of the people he cares for. Honesty is a big thing for him, and he hates people who see life and love as a joke. Generally very trusting,but once betrayed he will stop at nothing to get revenge. He was taught a an early age just how important taking care of people really is and generally frowns upon slackers. He's a virgin for the simple fact he is too gruff for most women and he takes relationships too seriously. He's not good at taking orders but has no problem taking charge. He has scars all over his body because of his refusal to bow down to his master.

 

Bio: Shadow was born into the Burning Jade pack as the alpha's only son. He was raised as a werewolf through and through, learning to hunt and lead with burning passion. When he was 15 his father's health began to deteriorate at the death of Shadow's mother and soon he would inherit the position as leader. His uncle however would not have it. One day late at night his uncle planned an ambush, catching Shadow off guard, he overtook him and sold him as a slave. He was sold to a cruel man but never broke his spirit. He's been passed around from master to master because of his insubordination and is now with a master who's house sits right on the outside of the capital.

 

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It was a silent night at the capital of the immortals' world. Darkness reign over the streets, and over the majestic castle at the center of the city, on top of the highest hill. The structure of the building was gothic, dark, with strong high walls protecting it. Guards were observing the city from the high watchtowers, some of them sleeping while others laid against the walls in boredom. Nothing was particularly wrong that night, nothing out of the ordinary, which made the guards' job a very useless one. Security had been tighten due to the resent assassination of the king. The castle has yet to be attacked again.

 

Suddenly, an explosion cut through the silence alarming those unfortunate to hear it. The guards quickly rang the bells, it sounds echoing throughout the whole city. Fire broke out at the east tower, right where the royal family's chambers were located. The fire was quick to spread, burning everything in its way. Assassins were quick to flee the place, killing every living being in their way. Their target had escaped once again. The chamber had been empty, the bed covered in empty sheets and soft pillows. The room untouched. Their failure was going to cost them more than just money.

 

The young prince ran through the underground tunnels whose purpose were escaping routes. This had been yet another assassination attempt from his brothers, it made the fourth one after the death of his father. He had been able to avoid them with his life intact, but it was a matter of time for the assassins to reach him. Again, he had been lucky this time. The assassins kept committing the same mistake, being careless time after time, reason why the young prince had been able to escape them. His mind was made up, he was to leave the capital now. He headed to the stables, and took out a demon-like creature that resembled a black horse with blue flames around his legs and tail. One of the fastest of his kind. He rode him out of the city, and went as far as he could till he was able to reach the borders. That night he took refugee at one of the inns, with plans to leave the borders the next day and go to the next city.

 

As morning came, Michel got ready for his journey. He bought the needed supplies, a cape with hood to hide himself, and left the inn. He walked down the streets pulling the horse along. It was his first time outside the capital's walls.

[lovemegone]

My Character

Name: Shadow

Age: 17 years old

Class: Werewolf;slave;former future alpha

Powers: Has a wolf form (pure black with small light grey patch of fur on his forehead), super human strength, fast healing ability, if he accepts a person into his pack he can communicate telepathically. Also a good street fighter,no real form but knows how to handle himself in a fight.

Orientation: Uke

Personality: Shadow is very hot headed but fiercely protective of the people he cares for. Honesty is a big thing for him, and he hates people who see life and love as a joke. Generally very trusting,but once betrayed he will stop at nothing to get revenge. He was taught a an early age just how important taking care of people really is and generally frowns upon slackers. He's a virgin for the simple fact he is too gruff for most women and he takes relationships too seriously. He's not good at taking orders but has no problem taking charge. He has scars all over his body because of his refusal to bow down to his master.

Bio: Shadow was born into the Burning Jade pack as the alpha's only son. He was raised as a werewolf through and through, learning to hunt and lead with burning passion. When he was 15 his father's health began to deteriorate at the death of Shadow's mother and soon he would inherit the position as leader. His uncle however would not have it. One day late at night his uncle planned an ambush, catching Shadow off guard, he overtook him and sold him as a slave. He was sold to a cruel man but never broke his spirit. He's been passed around from master to master because of his insubordination and is now with a master who's house sits right on the outside of the capital.

 

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((oh my god im sorry my laptop just went crazy))

[PURE-MADNESS]

(I like him! I can see their personalities clashing already XD How does he looks like btw?)

[lovemegone]

Shadow growled at the man currently forcing him along the path the slaves where to take to get to their quarters. The poor man shrieked, being there for only a week was not enough time to be used to the menacing snarls from the slaves. Shadow had had a really bad day today, being whipped for not obeying his overseers orders. He would not allow a mere peasant to boss him around. He was an alpha for God's sake! More snarls ripped through his chest as his wolf thought of the injustice it was being put through. The collar around Shadow's neck sent a non lethal, but painful bolt of silver through him to stop the transformation he was about to go through and he fell to the floor.

'God I fucking hate this damn collar!' he thought as he was was lifted from the floor by two other weres and was dragged into their pen and dropped him into his corner where he slept. The 'master' he had right now had separated all the slaves by their class; werewolves being one of the larger pens.

 

Suddenly a large boom was heard from outside and Shadow sighed softy. "Not this again..." he muttered. This was the fourth time this had happened since he arrived, and every single time he had the other slaves would have to clear the rubble and debris from the courtyard. He had a rough day ahead of him. The other slaves began to whisper rumors of the princes and their feud to claim the throne and so on. He personally didn't care. All he wanted to do was escape and head back to his pack. He could still hear their mental cries for him and it pained him not to be able to respond.

 

Oh if-, no when he got out he would kill his uncle. There was no doubt. 'Soon uncle,soon-' he thought as the fatigue of the day came crashing down on him and fell asleep.

[lovemegone]

((Im so sorry my computer's being stupid, it wont let me upload pics at all DX ill see if i can get it to work soon))

[PURE-MADNESS]

(It's ok, it happens~ ^^)

 

Michel walked about the streets of the border's village. There were many merchants and traders around, many of them selling slaves to the high nobles families. Slave trading had been an ancient profession in the immortals' world, low class creatures and those who were weak were most likely to be forced into slavery. The sight did not surprised him, but it sickened him. Behind close door, many nobles would take advantage of said slaves and indulge in sexual activities with them. In Michel's eyes, the thought of such activities with a low class was unthinkable. He had been raised with dignity, and the pride of a prince, wouldn't dare touch lowly creatures like they.

 

The borders were the main points of trade in the regions. Ranging from a variety of different goods imported from different places and into the capital. This meant that many merchants came and went as they pleased. The prince's plan was rather simple. He would pay one of the merchants to help him out of the capital. With the new tighten in security, and after the last incident, making his way out of the capital was by no means a simple deal. He wanted as less people as possible to notice his destination.

 

Michel approached one of the merchants' ship. A few men were carrying empty boxes back into the ship, half their merchandise had been already sold. His eyes spotted a fat old man, with round cheek and bold, shouting at the men to hurry up. Next to him was skinny weak-looking slave, his skin was blue, and his eyes looked tired, he looked like he couldn't kill a fly if he had wanted to. Michel approached the man, seemingly the captain of the ship, and made the proposition.

 

"Hmm...getting out of the capital these days is a hard task boy, you will need a bit of gold if you want my help," The man replied greedily. Michel's eyes narrowed at the man's nature with distaste, and he offered a whole bag full of pure gold.

 

"I hope this is enough to keep your mouth shut as well," The young demon said in a business-like manner. The old man smirked and took the bag from him.

 

"You got a deal boy. The ship will be leaving tomorrow morning, first thing," The captain informed him, "Just why are you in such a hurry?" Michel glared at him.

 

"That's none of your concern. I'll be here tomorrow, first thing in the morning." The prince replied and left.

 

"Tsk...rude brat" The man grunted displeased.

 

Michel sighed discontented, he didn't had time to wait a whole day when his brothers are behind his trail and could be there to kill him at any given moment. Michel had confident in his abilities, but he preferred not to push his luck. He walked calmly down the streets, stopping by now and then to look at some goods, when a man stopped him.

 

"If you are looking for good stuff, I got new slaves these morning sir, would you like to take a look at them?" The man asked and smirked. Michel was about to refuse, but the thought came to him, he was going to need help doing basic everyday things he was most certainly not use to, so he accepted.

 

The man lead him inside a dark place where he kept all his slaves imprisoned. Michel's eyes quickly adapted to the darkness of it, and he was able to make out the figures laying behind the cells.

 

"We got a specially good one not too long ago. He is a rare kind, a werewolf. Follow me," The man said. Michel's eyes widen in disbelief, werewolf's slaves were hard to come by, almost impossible as a matter of fact. He followed the man curiously and stood outside waiting for him to bring out the goods.

[lovemegone]

Shadow sighed as he was led onto a ship; it was a pretty one with a long bow and wide golden cloth sails that seemed to stretch on for miles. His old master had grown tired of him once more and now here he was again, about to be sold off to the highest bidder. Werewolves were a rare occurrence in the slave market,seeing as packs were fiercely protected by their kin; those who were slaves were normally rogues, with no family or friends.

 

The man leading him by his shackles yanked particularly hard and he let out a growl. The muscular man just chuckled and Shadow's wolf threatened to come out once more. The man threw him on the ground and tied his shackles to the lock on the wall. There was a fairy, 2 ogres and a few fauns around him. The fairy was whimpering and Shadow took it upon himself to calm her.

 

Her let out a purring sort of growl and she instantly quieted. Everything was quiet for a while as Shadow padded down the straw around him. His experience told him he was gonna be here for a while, he might as well get comfortable.

 

His ears perked just a bit as muffled voices came from the corridor leading to where the slaves where kept. 'We got a specially good one not too long ago. He is a rare kind, a werewolf. Follow me' he heard the fat man who he saw earlier talk. He sniffed and there were two scents the fat man's and another...more delicate scent. It was easy to stomach for a werewolf.

 

The old man came in and with a younger red headed demon with ram horns and a lithe build. He eyed me some what surprisingly and turned to the man, muttering something unintelligible to the man.

 

Well crap. Looks I just met my new master.

[PURE-MADNESS]

Michel eyed the strange creature for a while. His scent of smell told him the creature was indeed what the man claimed he was. On further inspection, he noticed the other male was quiet beautiful under the layers of dust that covered his fair skin. His eyes narrowed slightly at the sight of small wounds and cuts on the werewolf, he was by no means taking damaged goods with him. The wounds seemed like nothing more than simple scratches, and they seemed to be healing rather quick, proof of the creature's enhanced healing abilities. The merchant allowed him closer. The demon kept on furthering inspecting what was to be his new slave, and after a while finally spoke in approval.

 

"How much?" The prince asked nonchalantly, his eyes never leaving the interesting creature in front of him.

 

"Well, seeing as he is a rare breed..." The man voice trailed off as he was interrupted by the prince's hand.

 

"1000 gold coins, is it enough?" Michel spared him a look that said he was not going to give more than that.

 

"Deal." The man replied smirking and handed the keys to the new owner. Michel stared at him expectantly, the man growled and turned to leave.

 

Michel watched him leave with a sense of displeasure lingering in the air, and approached the new slave. He unlocked the heavy chains keeping him immobile and let them fall on the ground with a loud, heavy sound. He didn't stared at the creature for much longer, not wanting to stay inside the place more than necessary. The smell of dust, wet walls, and rats were enough motivation to drive him out of there. He stared at the lower class creature with cold eyes and finally spoke his command.

 

"Follow me." He saw no need to speak more than those few words that held in them so much power. He turned his back on the stranger, and exited the dark room expecting said creature to follow.

[lovemegone]

The demon unlocked his chains and commanded him to follow. He of course didn't like it but knew when not to disobey. The aura coming of this man was very threatening, he was a man with obvious power. Not one to be trifled with anyways. Once the chains were off the fairy became to whimper again and he felt pity for the young girl. Shadow walked towards her and nuzzled her head softly. She looked up at me with teary eyes and he mouthed 'I'm sorry'. She nodded and smiled softly. Shadow felt bad but he had to go. The demon led me off the damn ship and I was grateful; the stench was getting to my head and I was glad to be getting out of there.

 

The demon was silent as he lead them to a near by inn where he got a king sized bed room. The demon walked in and sat down on the bed, watching Shadow. Shadow sat in the middle of the room, Indian style. He watched the young werewolf for what seemed like hours but was merely seconds.

 

"Go bathe yourself," the demon growled "You stink." he said with a crinkled nose.

 

Shadow snarled at him but went. 'This is going to be a looooong journey, aint it?' Shadow thought to himself bitterly.

[PURE-MADNESS]

(sweetheart~just a reminder, dont handle my character without my permission please, that was one of the rules~)

 

Michel watched as the other man entered the bathroom, eying his back till it disappeared. His sensitive nose could still registered the lingering smell of dirtiness in the air, and he wrinkled his nose in dissatisfaction. He headed to the small glass windows at the near wall and opened them half way. Fresh air flew inside through the opening and filled the closed room. Michel's lips turned up slightly, in what could be a very unnoticeable smile, his hair moving around softly dancing with the breeze, as he enjoyed the soft touches against his skin.

 

The demon stood by the window for what seemed like long hours, although in reality it had been merely few minutes, and then turned away. As he waited, he grew impatient. His stomach growled slightly at the smell of food being cooked on the lower levels of the inn, and he decided to step out of the room to get some. He made his way to the wooden door, and opened the piece of wood, then left behind an empty room. He headed downstairs. He could hear the commotion, various voices reaching his sensitive ears, the loudness annoying him to great extend. There was also the smell of sweaty men and alcoholic beverages reaching him.

 

Michel reached the bottom of the stairs and his eyes narrowed, bothered by the sight. Men drinking, arguing, eating and dancing in a messy manner, a sight he was yet to get use to. He turned a blind eye to the disorganized surrounding and made his way to one of the empty tables. He eavesdropped on the conversations around him, but none seemed to interest him enough to pay attention for long. His deep thoughts were soon interrupted by the appearance of a young village girl, the waitress of the inn. She wore a simple outfit, and her hair was in a bum, black big eyes staring directly at the prince, and a wide smile placed on her face.

 

"What would you like sir?" She asked very friendly.

 

"Sweet...I want to eat something sweet and meat." The demon replied in a eccentric way.

 

The waitress looked at him curiously and thought about the order, she then smiled and said excited as if remembering something, "How about sweet-sour one eyed rabbits? It's a new delicious dish that have been high on demand lately," She offered.

 

The prince smiled at her and nodded."That would do."

 

She turned to leave with the promise of coming back with said dish soon. Meanwhile, the demon turned to listen to the conversations ones more. One conversation in particular caught his attention. At the far right corner, near the entrance of the inn, two strangers converse about the resent events at the capital. One of them had said the princes had sent their men after a criminal, and that the capital's streets were being patrolled daily now. The other one commented it was practically impossible to walk around even during the day. Michel cursed softly at the new acquired information. He had expected as much, but his brothers sure moved fast.

[lovemegone]

((I know I'm so sorry I just couldn't think of anything else to type Dx))

 

Shadow sighed as the warm water hit his aching muscles; it was a nice temperature, not too hot or cold. Just right he mused as his thoughts wandered to the new master he had been sold to. He was obviously a man of power, that much was obvious but who was he? A son of a great merchant or perhaps a lord from a near by kingdom, or perhaps this one... He growled as he realized he was putting too much thought into this.

 

' Why am I thinking about this man so much?! Not like it'll matter much... I have to escape soon.' The packs' thoughts were getting desperate as his uncle was running the pack to the ground. Things were falling apart and as soon as his 'master' took him out of the capital he had to make a run for it. The collar around his neck would make it hard but he had to make it at least to the pack he knew near by. They could help him get this damn collar off and overthrow that bastard uncle of his.

 

Shadow ended his shower on a sour note, thinking of his uncle always made him surly. He got out of the shower and began to towel off. With any hope his owner wouldn't get mad at his use of the only towel in the suite. His 'tunic' (more like a bag with 3 holes for his head and 2 arms) and shorts were in need of a wash so he decided to wash them quickly before going in search of his absent owner, hoping he wouldn't have to drag the man out of a bar like the last one he had. He had gotten whipped but he didn't want the poor bastard to die of alcohol poisoning before taking him to the capital. If he had died he'd have to go back to that damn slave market and as much as he loveeeed that place *eye roll* he'd rather not go.

 

Once his clothes were dry he put them on and went in the main bed room. A pleasant whisper of air touched his skin and he sighed softly, he had always loved the wind but now... it only seemed to remind him of the freedom that seemed so far away. The window was open but he knew not to dare try to escape, here in the capital if a slave tried to escape and found, they would either be executed or sold again. There was one bed and he guessed he would have to sleep on the floor. He followed his new owner's scent down to a restaurant of sorts down the stairs to the room. He looked around and the he was, talking to a waitress. His own stomach had rumbled at the smell of delicious food and he hoped he would at least be allowed to eat some sort of scraps.

[PURE-MADNESS]

Michel listened for a few moments longer to the men's conversation, but to his misfortune, the maid had arrived with dinner on her hands just in time to interrupt his concentration. The demon smiled at the woman despite his irritation, and paid her for the food, then dismissed her. He attempted to get back to listening, but the two man had already left the inn. His eyes glared at the empty table and he cursed softly under his breath, he had lost them and any information they could have provided him. From the corner of his eyes, he spotted a familiar figure walking down the stairs. His black bangs moving from side to side mimicking his hips as he walked gracefully, just like a noble would. The thought brought about suspicion in the demon, but he dismissed the thoughts, no noble could have been in such a place. He blamed the boy's elegance on nature and pushed any misleading thought aside.

 

He made eye contact with his new servant, and maintained eye contact till he had come close enough to speak face to face. Up close, the smell of soap and cleanness reached Michel's nose. The demon smiled contented, and observed the boy carefully. "Take a seat" He had said. Now that the boy was clean, and there was no dust on his clothes he could treat him like a half-companion. His eyes turned to the waitress passing by, and he stopped her. The demon ordered another round of whatever he was eating for the slave and waited. His eyes set on the boy's face and he could see he was quiet tense with his presence.

 

"You are a very unusual slave." Michel commented and paused, not particularly waiting to receive an answer. "Your kind is very rare," He continued. "I am going out of the capital, and I will need protection and someone who knows their way around daily tasks, reason why I bought you. As long as you dont betray me, I'll give you enough for your basic needs, and I promise not to treat you too roughly." The prince proposed directly, it was a fair deal to him, not that a high class noble like him needed to be doing any to begin with, but he rather no use force on the boy. "Do you understand what I am saying?" His eyes glowed red for a moment.

[lovemegone]

Shadow's eyes flashed as the demon in front of him called him a slave but he otherwise stayed quite. He had no intentions of getting close or having any real involvement with this man. He tried shifting away but the demon's intoxicating eyes made him reluctant to do so. The man before him made him a 'deal' on how he would be treated if he cooperated. He halfway payed attention and apparently the demon noticed.

 

"Do you understand what I'm saying?" the demon before him asked, eyes glowing for a second. Shadow's wolf cringed inside of him, the power emanating off him slightly off putting.

 

"I understand." he said. After a few seconds he added, "And I'm not a slave." he muttered afterwards, not liking his status being demeaned. Thankfully before the demon could ask anything else or try to talking to him, the waitress came with his food. His stomach growled wildly and he began to dig in. Being a werewolf made him hungry ALL the damn time. Wolves were insatiable. He stiffened up all of a sudden as a voice he knew all too well began to call out to him. His beta, Jace. They had been best friends since he could remember and he couldn't stand listening to his begging tone as he cried out for his leader to come back. His eyes flashed black as his wolf threatened to come out once more, disliking not being able to do absolutely nothing to help. He needed to get out of the damn capital. His people needed him.

[PURE-MADNESS]

Michel noticed the changes on the young male but made no comment about it. He was satisfied with the wolf's reply and had no intention of discussing the his statue with said creature. The demon stayed quiet for a while, looking approvingly at his own food. He himself had been starving the whole day, and his appetite was bigger than usual. The food was acceptable despite the messy environment of the inn. His stomach growled in delight at the delicious smell, and he wasted no time in cleaning up his plate. There was silence lingering between the two men during dinner, neither spoke much, if at all, and the only sounds between them were those of teeth grinding their food. Unlike them though, their surroundings were still as noisy as ever.

 

The prince stood up once he was done and left for his room, expecting the other man to follow. He entered the quiet walls, the light was off, and the only light getting through was the one from outside. The windows were still open and fresh, cold air brushed against his delicate skin. The demon closed his eyes calmly, and then opened them again to head to the bathroom. He hadn't taken a shower since the night before, sweat stuck to his skin like bees to honey, and he felt very bothered by it. He didn't saw the need to lock the door as he got inside the shower and turned it on. Water ran down his body slowly getting rid of the previous dirtiness. His eyes closed in relaxation as water damped his hair, soft black locks sticking to the side of his face.

 

Michel heard footsteps approaching the room, but he did not stopped washing himself. He figured the wolf had returned although it had taken a while. He turned off the shower after he had gotten rid of the soap on his skin, and wrapped himself on a towel before stepping out of the room. His eyes quickly searched the dark place till they spotted the figure of the servant. "You are back." Michel said and flopped on the bed not bothering to dress himself up. "Will be heading out of the capital tomorrow first thing in the morning, dont sleep late," He said to his roommate and turned his back on him. His face touched the not so soft pillow, and somehow he soon fell into deep slumber for the rest of the night.

[lovemegone]

Shadow watched as the demon across him got up after his meal and walked to the stairs. If he expected him to follow him like an idiot he had another thing coming. He was not a mindless slave and would not follow him around like a lost puppy. The waitress came back and gathered the plates, looking at him when she thought he didn't notice. He did; and to be frank it annoyed him. He stayed there though, having no intentions of going upstairs.... at least for a few more minutes. His ears hurt from the loud noise around him and the scent of burly old men only seemed to annoy him. As much as he hated to admit it he'd rather be in the room with his new owner than here. At least his scent was actually passable, pleasant even. It was a clean sort of scent, nice to the senses.

 

He absently noted the windows were open when he felt a small breeze pass under his nose, almost teasing him. He let out a small smile; it was such a bitter sweet sort of thing. He missed the breeze against his fur; he hadn't shifted in over 2 months and it was beginning to get quite painful. His wolf would beg and scratch to be freed but he couldn't let him. His last owner had increased the amount of silver being injected into his system every time he tried to shift and if too much the silver in his system would either paralyze him or possibly kill him.

 

The girl kept passing by and it was really starting to get on his nerves. He wasn't a damn freak! Hell he looked more normal than half the people in this place. He finally got up after a while and went up the stairs, he had had enough. Once he reached the room, he had finally realized it was dark.

 

'...Wow I feel stupid.' he thought bitterly as he went to sit in the corner. No point in standing and he obviously wasn't going to sleep in the bed. He watched as his new owner walked in...in a towel..? What the hell?! Did he have no shame? Apparently he put no importance in it as he lay down on the bed and told him to wake up early, they were leaving early. No problem. He hardly ever slept when he wasn't completely exhausted. He just hoped they left the capital soon,his packs' cries where getting more desperate and he was getting impatient.

[PURE-MADNESS]

Morning soon arrived. The bright rays of the soon entered through the open window and brushed gently against the sleepy face of the young prince. The demon turned around bothered by it, his closed eyes weakened by the sudden amount of extra light in the room. A soft breeze managed to slip inside the room, and gently touched his exposed skin. Michel shivered, and after what seemed like a 15 minutes debate, finally opened his eyes. It took a while for his vision to adjust to the changes, but soon he was making out the shapes and colors of his surroundings. He coughed slightly and looked down at himself, his naked body was no longer cover by the small towel he had wrapped around himself the previous night. He sighed and stood up, forgetting for a moment the other presence in the room.

 

He stopped right in front of the bathroom's wooden door, the dried towel in hand. He turned his face and narrowed his eyes at the male across the room. He seemed to have remember that he had taken the wolf as a companion the day before. He stared blankly at the man, but did not bothered speaking a word. He turned to the shower and turned it on, taking a morning shower. It was going to be a long journey, the forecast dictated a very hot day, he could already imagined the smell of sweat and stinky demons all over the ship. Just the thought of it took away his hunger for breakfast. The shower was a quick one, and soon he was making his way out the bathroom completely dressed.

 

Soft red eyes looked around the room curiously searching for the familiar servant. He found the man laying against the wall, sitting on the floor. He didn't felt bad about having him sleep on the cold hard floor, but his eyes watched him with curiosity. He approached him and stood in front of said man in a authoritarian manner. He waited for the creature to feel his presence, and seeing no response, he opted for words.

 

"Wake up. It's time to leave." He demanded and slightly kicked him on the side in an attempt to shake him awake.

[lovemegone]

He spent the night in the state between sleep and the realm of the awake- able to think and get rest but always aware. All he could think about was his people;they were desperate and scared,that much was certain. If he concentrated enough, he could send a small message to them. It was hard but worth it. His back straightened up as he initiated the link back to his pack.

 

'Jace..... If I can I'll be there soon....don't worry everybody...' he whispered softly through the pack's link. He could hear their howls of happiness echo through his head. He smiled, a true bright heart warming smile that made his exhaustion worth it. The younger members began to yip and giggle and he was glad. If his plan worked he would see them all soon.... Maybe in a few days. Maybe days. But they would meet, that he was sure of. Once he could no longer up hold the link, he slumped back against the wall with a satisfied smile. He made a major headache and his wolf was whining at the pure strain it put on him, but he knew it was worth it. He opened his eyes and looked out the window, there was a small tree across the street that resembled one he had seen all his life, with small blue flowers that gave off the loveliest,sweetest scent that he had ever smelled. It was a soft smell that never filed to make him smile.

 

Now that he thought of it, his new owner smelled a little like them... '...WHAT THE FUCK!?!?!' he thought, alarmed at the thought. It wasn't right and he decided to blame it on his tired mind and put it in the 'fluke' section of his brain. His mind wandered for a bit, of the 2 other weres he had met and of that poor fairy girl on that damn boat... She was no older than 13 and he was worried of her fate. He sighed softly as he realized he could do nothing. There was a bitter taste in his math as that washed over him.

 

Once he was done with his bitter thoughts he decided it was time to fall into a light sleep, if only for a few minutes. When he awoke he heard the bath running and knew his new owner was bathing. He just sat against the wall and waited for him to get out. He heard him get out but didn't react; why would he? All of a sudden he was getting kicked in the side and to put it lightly; It pissed him off. The next kick he had anticipated and caught his foot.

 

"I'm awake." he hissed out, eyes flashing. He really wasn't going to like him was he?

[PURE-MADNESS]

The demon was tempted to chuckle when the wolf caught his leg. He watched in amusement as the wolf's expression turned into one of annoyance, and once again was tempted to smirk. He kicked the hand, pulling away from the strong grip and his eyes flashed red for a moment. He stared at the other man with an unchanging face and mumbled a soft "get ready," then turned on his heel and headed to the door. He looked over his shoulder, sparing the servant one simple glance and then left the room without another word. The door closed with a loud sound and familiar footsteps were heard moving farther away and down the hall in direction of the stairs.

 

The prince headed downstairs, to the main entrance. The owner of the inn was already awake since earlier in the morning, and so was the young waitress that had so kindly served him the night before. The girl was currently cleaning the messy floor, full of broken glass, liquors and food of all kinds, and even money and poker cards. The chairs were all on top of the tables as she passed by wiping under the furniture and at every dirty corner she could find. Dust had accumulated for a couple of days, and she was having a hard time getting rid of it, her expression switching to a very stubborn one as she fought against it. Her eyes met the stranger, and she smiled, then waved at him in a friendly manner. The demon smiled back and mumbled a soft "good morning" as he headed towards the old man behind her.

 

The owner was counting the money and writing down records. He had his thick glasses on as he checked a small pile of papers and seemed quite concentrated. He didn't looked at the prince as he spoke, but his expression said he was listening.

 

"I came to pay for the room, we'll be leaving in a few minutes," Michel said to him, a bit annoyed that the man's full attention wasn't on him as he spoke.

 

"Alright, leave it there in that wooden box at the corner," the owner ordered, his eyes never leaving the papers in front of him. Michel sighed and did so, then headed back upstairs seeing as he had no more business with the man.

 

As he re-entered the room, he expected to find the wolf ready to go. "Are you ready yet?" He asked out loud. He was in a hurry, the ship was to leave the shore in about an hour, and they needed to be there earlier.

[lovemegone]

The young werewolf hissed as the demon yanked his foot back but stopped once he saw the demon's eyes flashed brilliant scarlet. He told him to go get ready and walked out. 'Probably going to go pay the room.... I should shower, who knows how long it's going to be before I get another chance...' Shadow thought. He decided he would let the water heat up just a bit, what could he say? He was a alpha and to be honest, he was used to being a little pampered. Once he got under the shower, his muscles automatically relaxed. Last night's talk with his pack was fresh in his mind and it still brought small smile to his face. He couldn't wait to see Jace again... That would be one of the best part of being back; seeing his best friend.

 

He then realized he had been in the shower for at least 10 minutes now, and doubled his pace. He hadn't payed attention and now he was in trouble. His owner would be up here soon and he needed to hurry up. His shower went by pretty fast at that point but once he got out he couldn't find his shirt.

 

'Where is my God damn shirt?!?!' he thought,mad.He did take it off in the bathroom didn't he?... Of course not. Dammit. He hurriedly put on his tights and got out. Once he was out he still couldn't find it. Where was the damn thing???? He growled and turned around... Oh. There it is. Wow. There were foot steps coming up the stairs and he knew he had to hurry up.

 

As he reached out and got the shirt, the foot steps coming closer stopped and the door was opened.

"Are you ready yet?" the demon asked.

 

Well this was weird, but he nodded his assent.

[PURE-MADNESS]

The demon's eyes roamed around the naked chest of the agitated man for a long moment, his eyes then diverted somewhere else and he made no comment about the awkward situation. He leaned against the entrance, the door still wide open, and he waited for the wolf to finish dressing up. Once the man was ready, Michel made his way inside the room and grabbed his small luggage that laid at one corner of the dusty room. He shook off the dirt from the bottom of the bag and placed it over his shoulder lazily. His eyes landed on the wolf once again, and he mumbled a soft "let's go" over his shoulder as he headed to the door.

 

They left the inn together, and headed toward the ship waiting at shore for them. It was still early, about 30 minutes away from the time they were suppose to arrive there. Michel took his time walking down the almost empty streets, despite the lack of people the young demon didn't felt one bit alone. They had left their horses behind. The captain had said there was no space for them to tag along. Michel still had more than enough money to buy another two once they had reached land. He glanced over his should a few times to make sure the other male was following him. Now that the beast was free, he wondered if the slave would try to foolishly run away from him? Deep in thought, the prince kept on walking absentmindedly, and before he knew it, they had reached their destination.

 

The old, fat captain was already there directing his men in carrying in the rest of the empty boxes that had been left from the day before. His weak looking servant was there with him as well, his blue skin always managed to creep Michel out. The weak demon kept on staring at the ground all the time, it was obvious he was very self conscious of his lower position. The old captain smiled wickedly at the demon, but Michel didn't even flinched at the ill aura surrounding the man.

 

"Fifteen more minutes till we are out of here," the captain informed him. Michel nodded and walked passed him not sparing a second glass tot he vower class creature, an air of refinement and elegance surrounding him with every step he took.

 

Michel finally stopped once on the ship, his eyes on the deep blue ocean in front of them. Soft wind brushed against his face making his long hair flow around gently. His eyes could see the small piece of land a few miles away. The trip to the city itself wasn't long, the only reason a ship was required was because he needed to avoid as much security as possible. He finally turned to the wolf acknowledging his presence. His deep red eyes stared at the man's face for a moment, speechless he was. Now that he took a closer look, the male creature was truly beautiful. He smelled of wildness and freedom, both of the things he deeply desired.

 

"Don't you try to run away from me," Michel said in a threatening calm tone. "I wont think twice about decapitating you," He meant it.

[lovemegone]

Shadow slipped his shirt on quickly once the other man came into the room. The young ('Seriously the man looked in his late teens, how old could he be?' Shadow reasoned in his head momentarily.) demon led Shadow out the door and down to the main floor. It was considerably more clean than the day before. It also smelled nicer and for that he was grateful, he wasn't sure how much more of the obnoxious smells he could handle. The waitress from the day before smiled at him before he exited and he nodded back.

 

The walk to the ship was pretty short, but once he got there he remembered why he hated it; the smells of all the men on the ship all mixing together to create a noxious sort of smell that irritated his nose. The captain had a slave of his own, a small blue skinned boy who was very reluctant to be a slave. He felt truly bad for the poor boy, he had suspected the captain was... toughing the poor boy. He always had a dejected look on his face. He was glad nobody had ever try to do that to him. He could defend himself but if he hurt an owner he could be killed and, while better than being touched by someone that he didn't love, he still didn't want to die before getting home. Call him a romantic, it was true.

 

His owner continued to walk after the captain called something to him and he followed. His master kept walking until he was facing the wide blue sea; even he had to admit, it was a beautiful site. His master turned around and looked him up and down. He had an expression on his face that he couldn't name, but the second he saw it, he wanted to hug the man. He looked... lonely? He couldn't place the expression.

 

"Don't you try to run away from me," he said looking straight at him. Shadow felt his eyes flash as he head him threaten him.

 

"No promises." he murmured, not really expecting him to hear. He had responsibilities and he wasn't about to let this man put himself over his family.

[PURE-MADNESS]

Michel ignored the small reply from the man as if it hadn't been said and turned his back on him once again. He trusted the wolf wouldn't carried out any stupid plans he might had in that small head of his. He would ignored the small comment for the time being, the view caught his interest at the moment. The sight was precious, so beautiful that for a moment he wish he could take a picture of it in his mind and kept it there untouchable and impossible to ruined. The immortals' world wasn't exactly a beautiful place, and the ocean was one of the few things that could be called such in the kingdom. Peace overwhelmed him once more, and so did the silence till the captain announced they were leaving.

 

As previous said, the trip was short. Didn't took more than half the day to reach land. The young prince had been extremely uncomfortable during the small time they spend on the ship though. The men there were too brusque, ruthless and uneducated. They drank alcohol like water while working, argument broke out now and then between them and sometimes ended in fists due to their clouded minds. Some of them had attempted to talk to HIM, but Michel had quickly dismissed them by glaring at them, and fortunately they had backed away. He noticed a few eying his servant, and it annoyed him that someone would dare look at one of his possessions in such a way. In conclusion, the trip had been nothing short of unwelcoming and unpleasant.

 

It was 2 pm when they finally reached land. Soft drops of sweat ran down the young demon's face as he got off the ship. Although he had not been moving around much, the sun had been high up all day torturing them with its hot rays. He could feel his damp clothes sticking to his body and so was his straight hair, and at the moment all he wanted was to find a place he could take a shower in. He hurried off the ship ignoring the curious looks of the crew sweaty and smelly men and waited for his servant. He was sure the wolf had been as uncomfortable as he was due to his over sensitive nose.

 

"We'll be going then" Michel said to the captain, and the man snorted at him.

 

"Anytime" Michel heard him said as he turned his back on the elder male and his servant.

 

His eyes observed their surroundings. He could already see town's people walking calmly down the streets, most of them dressed in kimonos, or comfortable labor clothes. Unlike the capital, this city was surrounded by huge forests and vegetation. many of the citizens relied on nature for trading and to make a living. Even the houses were built differently, with natural traditional wood freshly cut from the nearest by forests. Said forests were also famous for having dangerous creatures inhabiting them.

[lovemegone]

He ignored my thoughtless words and I felt relieved; my last master would've probably whip me. I wouldn't mind it much but it still would've hurt. The next half day was.... interesting. Oh who was he kidding it was fucking weird and it sucked ass. A lot of the men stank of booze... Hell all of them did. He hated this damn place. Everyone tried to talk to him and it was annoying. It was another thing however when they talked to his master... rather tried to. He would glare and they would back off. By the fifth man however, they pretty much all gave up. That didn't stop them from looking though, and look they did. It pissed him off. Bad. He didn't expect it however, when a certain crew member...grabbed his ass. He freaked the fuck out.

 

He pressed himself against the wall and sighed.The sea was beautiful, he had never been so close. When he was young, the pack had taken a trip to the Pura Luna pack, they were a pack located by the shore.

Sadly his mother was overprotective and didn't let the boy go near the clear pretty waters. The water looked so inviting.... They were near by the city after a while. It was a rural town surrounded by forests; perfect for what he had in mind. The pack nearby were allies and if he got there in 3 days, he could be home in a week at most. The mere thought brought a smile to his face.

 

Once they got off they said their good byes as his master looked around. Tonight he would try to escape, He needed to get home, soon.

[PURE-MADNESS]

They headed to town without farther delay. Unlike the capital, this city wasn't as crowded or exciting. The people walked around calmly, barely talking to each other at all. There were a few shops, but most of them were closed, and some others were pretty much empty and lacking in costumers. Everyone carried out their duties independently, and nobody seemed to care about what was going on around them. People walked rapidly down the streets clearly in a hurry to get to their destination, and Michel figured they were too busy to sneak around in other people's businesses. The two men walked to the very end of a very long street, till they reached a huge looking house, a tavern/inn where they would be staying at.

 

Michel entered the place, and a ringing sound of a bell was heard after his entrance. An old man with huge glasses that looked very similar to the one from the capital stopped reading the papers in his hand and gave all his attention to the newcomers. Unlike the inn back at the capital, this one was extremely clean, although dusty, and it seemed like no one had visited it in ages. The area was relatively calm, no loud noises from drunk men, or people playing poker games and then breaking into fights. As far as Michel was concerned, it was the perfect place to stay.

 

"How may I help you gentlemen?" The old demon asked as he got off his chair and came closer. He was a very small man, with a long bear, huge glasses, and a round tummy, a very funny looking one. He had two small horns covered by his white semi-long hair and a kind look on his face as he spoke.

 

"We are new to town and looking for a place to stay," the prince replied before the wolf could interfered.

 

"You've come to the right place then. Follow me," the old man broke into a smile and said over his shoulder as he headed to the reception to find a pair of keys. "I got no spare," he said in a apologetic way and gave the keys to the young demon.

 

"That's alright," the prince replied and took them from him.

 

"Room 104, right at the end of the hall upstairs," the man instructed them and watched them leave.

 

The demon headed to the room he had been given and stopped at the door. He opened it with difficulty -the lock was quiet old- and walked in followed by the other man. His eyes roamed around the room checking that everything was alright and he sighed in relieve. He was finally out of the capital, although it was hardly the end of his journey, it was a start at least. The room wasn't very big, but it had a clean bathroom, two small bed, a window, a similar version of the one they had stayed before. Michel turned to one of the bed and flopped on it tired, the small trip had drained him off his energy, and for a moment he forgot once again the other presence in the room.

[lovemegone]

The small town as quiet and calm surrounded by a pine tree forest, it was lovely compared to the hustle and bustle of the capital. It smelled much cleaner and the dirt road was so heart breakingly familiar it made him want to weep in happiness. The town was littered with the scent of the nearby pack he so heavily would be relying on. Their scents weren't too strong to be very noticeable to anyone not a werewolf; werewolves were very secretive in the locations of their packs. While they were strong, there were stronger castes out there that could enslave them. It was an alpha's job to keep a pack safe and know were to leave their scents around the nearest town, warning any passing wolves of the pack nearby. The small shops around the town were all either closed,empty or with hardly a soul loitering around. The demon before him led him to the nearest inn; very small and very clearly uninhabited. When he sniffed the air he sneezed, it was stale and dust was rampant. There was a funny looking old man at the counter. His glasses didn't seen to fit his face in a very comical way that made him want to let out a chuckle but refrained from doing so.

 

His owner made small talk with the man and he thoroughly ignored them, staring out the window instead. There was a slight breeze shaking the branches of a small tree and he wished he could feel it. He then absently noted that his owner began to walk forward and up some stairs. Shadow followed, unhurriedly. He felt in a good mood now that he was out of the capital; some of the tension in his shoulders disappearing once he set foot off the boat. His owner had left the door open and he stepped foot in the room; it was nice. Albeit a bit small and old smelling but quaint. There were two beds this time, too bad he wouldn't be able to enjoy it. If he was to make it to the pack anytime soon he would have to leave tonight.

 

His owner was face down on one of the beds, obviously tired. He felt a small surge of pity for the man, and in a momentary lapse of thought he asked him "Would you like me to draw you a bath?" He nearly face palmed after speaking, but instead let the question hang in the air, hoping he didn't just say something wrong.