⚮ I Don't Want To Feel ⚮ But I Have Yet To Stop ⚮ ((BxB/G))

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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px;][justify][align=center] Cale felt his smile widen a bit,"Thank you sir,"he said quietly, ducking his head a bit sheepishly,"I'm sorry I attacked your brother,"he said quietly,"or.... I guess I'm sorry I didn't maul him further, considering what he did."[/fancypost]

    Miles shook his head, his eyes fiery but something serene about it. "He doesn't deserve to be punished, however terrible he may be. No offence intended, but this isn't your fight. I don't want you to get caught up in something." He whispered hoarsely.

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px;][justify][align=center] Moving ever so slowly, he wrapped their joined hands with his other one,"Pardon me for speaking like this sir,"he said softly,"But I think it is, only a little bit maybe but it is. I may be new, and not nearly invested in you as everyone else, but you're my master. Even if you don't like it, you control my everything and you're kind! I won't stand by and let someone hurt you for no damn good reason. I wish for you to be happy and okay, because hats what you do for me."[/fancypost]

    Miles pressed his forehead to Cale's. "I'm not kind Cale, not at all." He murmured, savouring the closeness of another human being for a moment. "By the way." He pulled back thinking for a moment. "I'm actually terrified of cats. You know, the ones with the long fangs and beady eyes. But I'm pretty sure hybrids don't bother me..."

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px;][justify][align=center] Cale's smile fell when he saw how his words of heart had been received, but he felt something tighten inside him at the tone Miles used when he talked about his cat counterpart, and there was no long as smile on his face as he said,"I guess it's good my fangs were filed down years ago, and my eyes are anything but beady."[/fancypost]

    Miles stuttered, trying to say something as he saw Cale's expression begin to fall. "Wha-waht w-wh what?" He choked out. A shadow loitered in the doorway. Always interruptions. "Always an airhead, Isaiah?" The figure asked. Why the hell was he still even standing? Well, luckily it wasn't his brother, but his trashy entourage of one. Miles lunged forward, grabbing the half-wyvern and throwing him against the wall. "Why are you here, Isaac worshiper?" He snapped.

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px;][justify][align=center] "Miles,"Cale corrected quietly, slowly rising to his feet. He didn't make any move to defend his master, not when it was so evident Miles hadn't appreciated it last time. [/fancypost]

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    The wyvern reached forward lightning fast, halfway digging his long, polished nails on either side of Mile's throat. Miles took in a sharp breath, grabbing the wrist of the hybrid. Since he couldn't react fast enough, he was stuck. If he moved, the nails would lodge themselves under his windpipe. His eyes immediately wandered to Cale. He didn't dare to speak, instead, he held his hand up, gesturing for the cat not to move. There was no way out of this, and it wouldn't make it better if someone got in the way. "What do you want?" He whispered, glaring into the servant's black eyes.

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px;][justify][align=center]Cale stiffened, going ramrod straight as the creature held his master's life in his claws. He couldn't bring himself to speak, his breath catching in his throat as his ferocious instincts lunged to the forefront as they had a short while ago, but he too knew that if he tried to help, the beast would have Miles' windpipe in his clutches. [/fancypost]

    "Your life." It glowered darkly. For a second they sat in silence, a blank expression on both faces. But in a second, they both broke out in laughter, each releasing their grip. Miles' laugh subsided in unison with the wyvern's. "Wow, cheesy." He drawled, pausing for a moment. "But if you ever do that again I seriously will kill you." He threatened, but soon the playfulness in his voice returned. "Yeah, yeah, I get it, Miles." The wyvern snorted, tears of amusement in his eyes.

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px;][justify][align=center] Cale's eyes narrowed a bit, confused by the turn of events. However, he still kept his mouth shut, releasing the smallest breath of relief that the creature no longer had his claws around Miles' throw. His master, so it seemed, was a man of wildly ranging emotions, perhaps even bipolar in some regard. [/fancypost]

    Miles flicked the wyverns forehead, avoiding the pointy horns sprouting out of it's head. "So who's this?" The man placed his hands on his hips and leaned down to blow a smoke ring into Cale's face. He grinned, pearly teeth rigid with sharpness. "Cale." He said shortly, making no attempt to stop him from getting so close to Cale. "So, how are you holding up, Isaiah?" Miles asked the wyvern. Isaiah sighed, tugging his sleeves up to reveal rope burns. "For one, I had no idea that he named me after you, and two, not very well. It's awful." He complained.

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px;][justify][align=center] Cale's nose wrinkled at the smell of smoke, and he pulled away from it. He didn't have it in him to pity the creature as the sight of the rope burns, not when he had similar markings on his own wrists and elsewhere. Not when he had, supposedly, held Cali over her death just to gain entrance. It was difficult to pity someone when Cale knew he would have done the exact same thing had his master commanded it, it only made him bitter in the oddest way.[/fancypost]

    Miles shook his head. "At least I got him to take away the gag ball. That was creepy." He folded his arms over his chest and leaned against the doorframe. "You probably should hurry back, Isaiah. He won't be happy if he finds you talking so casually with me." He waved the wyvern out of the room, closed the door and sighed. "He was my childhood friend. Isaac took him and mutated him into the thing he is today, so don't get too angry with him, okay?" He winced, smiling faintly at Cale.

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px;][justify][align=center] Cale nodded a few times, lowering his eyes once more, "Yes sir,"he said in a low voice, rubbing the marks on his wrists as though they ached again. He gave a low sigh, already beginning to inch back into his nest.[/fancypost]

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px;][justify][align=center] Cale nodded his head obediently and shuffled back under the bed, cocooning himself in his blankets and sheets until he wasn't visible to anyone outside. It was a bit of a relief, to be away from anyone after what events had transpired, but he couldn't help but worry if his peers were angry with him. [/fancypost]

    Miles somewhat rushed to the kitchen, stopping only to grimace in a mirror. He looked quite terrible. Bruises on his jaw, neck, probably under his clothes too. Blood seeping out of the corner of his lip. When he made it, he found everyone huddled around a rather large table. Ethias stood up, staring at Miles' withered state.


    Do you want to play the 4th servant so that you won't be idle while I'm roleplaying by myself? xD ))

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px;][justify][align=center]((I certainly wouldn't mind it, but I'm not quite sure what you'd want to be do with them?[/fancypost]