The Roots of Us   von Nanimu
                                  (Chapter 1)
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                              Kapitel 1: Running
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It's a calm and pleasant night and silence surrounds Nura Nura forest. Always
undisturbed in its untimely slumber. Unfortunately, this was the day the clock
started moving for Nura Nura. The once unperturbed forest was about to be awaken
and that would prove to be one of the worst Slavish's errors. Or the one time
they actually did something right, this is, if they succeed, of course.
     
     Rustle, rustle. A small figure run through Nura Nura forest. Its slender
body moved agile through the fallen branches and dangerous creatures that are
part of this place. Nura Nura wasn't asleep for no reason. Some centuries before
it tried to conquer civilized areas, and believe me, a bite from one of its bugs
or the scent of one of its flowers to kill you on the spot. However, Nura Nura
also held some strong healing powers. If it only cured as fast as it killed...
The Hommush, a wise and powerful tribe from the North, joined the whole village
and with strong will, entered the forest to his core. Their purpose was to stop
it, and so they did, at the price of sleeping forever with the forest, turned to
stone. Only once was it disturbed, but, as the people that so long ago entered
the forest died soon after and as well because of their tales of horror as they
spoke of an entire tribe forever lost in darkness, no one ever again adventured
themselves inside the forest.

     Going back to the sly figure running through Nura Nura, I can only say that
this entity belongs to the race of the Slavish, as I can identify a long furry
tail swishing in the shadows. The Slavish is a poor and primal race, surviving
instead of living. They are little and covered with a grey fur and are doted of
a long furry grey tail. Because they rarely appear, are really mysterious and
live either near or inside Nura Nura forest, people often take them as bad
omens.
 
     Rustle, rustle. The slender figure was breathing heavily, runing as if to
save its life. The big heavy sounds of footsteps were obviously not from the
small slavish figure but from whatever or whichever was chasing it. Running as
fast as it could, the little slavish reached a clearing inside Nura Nura forest.
However, the predator was getting closer. Crossing the clearing, the young
Slavish felt something wrap around its ankles and fell with a dry noise - face
first into the ground. Seconds later, a big large figure enters the clearing.
Its chest was going up and down from all the runing it had been forced to do.
Through the moonlight, now abundantly present in the clearing, we see the tall
figure is a male from the Arrosh, a mercenary guild that normally dealt with
creature and human traffic. The large flesh tattoo that took half of his face
gave away his profession. He was also equipped with a long sword, a small lumish
gun and a big backpack. 

     The man got near the fragile creature laying unmoving on the ground. He
looked for a few moments as to discern what he had in front of him. The slavish
in front of him was belly down in the ground breathing heavily. It had long
furry grey hair and wore what looked like shorts made out of animals fur. It had
no upper clothing and its bare back was filled with short grey fur that shone
under the night light but was also filled with many little scars. The man
stretched his hand calmly as if with a desire to feel the fur. His fingers
slightly brushed the soft fur from the slavish's back and as soon as he did, the
creature turned and started to fight with its hands. Being punched and scratched
annoyed the man and with a swift strike, he put the creature to sleep.

     Enjoying the stillness of the slavish and the moonlight, the man took a
good look to the now up faced creature. Its face was the one of a child's and
was covered with light small fur. It had really big orbits, which lead the man
to wonder how its eyes were. It had a small nose and small mouth with rosy lips.
Prying its mouth open with his right index finger, the man could see white
slightly sharp teeth and two bigger and sharper upper and down canines. Still
unconscious, the slavish grabbed the man's hand and started to nibble at the tip
of his finger. The man could not stop thinking on how this creature's
self-preservation was so low and went to notice its hand. The hand was small
with long sharp nails and looking at its feet the man saw they were the same.
Its chest was plain and with less fur, though it was a constant all over its
body. Looking at its chest the man took his hand from its mouth and touched it.
Feeling and soothing the slender haired body filled with little scars, just as
his back.  He saw two little pink nipples and, wondering about the creature's
sex, the man looked into its shorts and pulled them down. 

     "Hu, a boy..." Murmured the man. He pulled the shorts up and went to the
side as to get up, when he felt something under his leg. Looking down, the man
saw the big furry tail of the young slavish. Curiosity struck the man. He sat up
near the creature and looked at the tail. He then picked it up and started
playing with it. He moved it to the sides, bended it and then stroked it. While
he stroked the tail to feel the smoothness of its fur and did so as if it was a
big cat - grabbing the tail from the beginning and pulling and stroking till the
tip -, the boy turned to the left, facing the man. It was still unconscious but
started to purr and slightly tremble and pouting. 

     Curious, the man turned his movements more vigorous. The results were
evident. The slavish blushed and opened his mouth as he started to breath
heavily. "hnuhn". The almost soundless moan pulled the man back to reality. He
dropped the slavish's tail and turned his face, intending to hide embarrassment.
When he felt able to look, he noticed the bulge in the boys' pants. The man
sighed, picked a blanket from his backpack and covered the boy from shoulders to
knees. He then took the bindings he had thrown to his ankles and binded his
hands to his own hand instead. Making sure that, when awake, the boy wouldn't be
able to run, the man lays down and falls asleep.



                            Kapitel 2: The Blobber
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The next morning, the man woke up with a sudden pull of his hand. Curling his
lips a bit with realization, he turned to the side and made a fast pull. "Ah!”
The dry noise of something hitting the ground and the sound of protest made the
man release a laugh. After giving the boy some time to protest, the man sat up
and looked at his surroundings. Everything was still and looking at the shades
on the ground it was barely 9h in morning. A big pull on the rope forced him to
lay down. The slavish run to him and sat on top of his stomach. He grabbed the
man's neck and scraped his sharp nails on it. The man had no expression on him,
he just stared. He was used to dangerous creatures, and so he knew that the
small amount of fear shown to them would be one's death. 

     The man took this moment to really look at was in front of him. The light
made the slavish's fur shine like silver and its eyes were big round and a
pearly white. The man stared with hidden amazement, and so did the creature.
Under the creature was another strange creature, one that he had only hear tales
of. It had no fur and no tail and its eyes were abnormally small, yet filled
with tantalizing color. He had never seen such light and pure green in his whole
life. The man's face was blank, and so the slavish didn't know what to do, so he
kept on staring. The man had short, but thick, brown air and rough lips. But,
what surprised de slavish was big pattern carved into half of the man's own
face, which pained the frail slavish. He could feel from between his legs that
the man had a strong chest, which mean someone to be afraid off.
    The man fell a sudden urge to laugh as he saw the expressions of the
creature in front of him change from tough to amazement, pity and a bit of
delight. But enough was enough and they were losing time just staring at each
other faces. The light clamping from the slavish's legs to his stomach was the
wakeup call. He smoothed his expression and made a smooth smile. Next, he slowly
grabbed its hands, not to strongly or he might die with those nails. 

     The strong creature smiled? Now the slavish was confused beyond beliefs. He
was always told not to trust these hairless creatures, incapable of soft
emotions. But then his hands were grabbed, and though lightly, it scared him. He
tried to attack him, but it was too late! Now with advantage, the man pulled his
hands over his head and rolled both of them, staying on top. The slavish tried
to scratch the man's hands and his back with his feet, but, though he felt his
nails tearing clothes and skin, the man just kept staring at him in the eye,
with the same smooth expression. After a while, the boy gave up, puffing with
tiredness and desperation. 

     "Can you understand what I say"? Asked the man. The slavish just stared
back and said nothing, suddenly quiet. I will take that as a yes" said he
smugly. "We need to leave as soon as possible. That part of the forest is not
safe. If we leave now and you don't try to annoy me, i will leave in a safe
place, ok?" The slavish was undeniably confused, but still didn't trust him. But
in no time it changed. 

     "Rooooorg"!! A loud guttural sound was heard from the place they had come
last night. "Shit, it already caught us". The man was obviously worried and, to
a man like that to be worried, the slavish should be worried too. The man got up
and pulled the slavish to his feet, he then picked his backpack and gave it to
the slavish and with his big sword cut the rope that held them together. "Take
this and climb a tree as fast as you can! Now!" The urgent of the man's words
made the slavish not think twice. He run to the nearest tree and climbed as fast
as he could.

     "Roooooooorg!!" The sound was now near and the nearest bushes started to
rustle. And then it came. A big black blob creature, walking in five legs and
with a round body enters de clearing. On top and on the middle of its round body
was its head with three white eyes and a hole as mouth. It charged against the
man, but this was faster and cut it in half. Unfortunately, Blobbers are not
easy to kill. Turning to face the both sides of the blobber, the man prepared
himself for another blow. The two sides trembled like jelly, got together and
molded themselves. Some seconds later, there were two men in the clearing, one
of them completely black and with three crystal white eyes.

     They fought, and it was no easy battle. The Blobber adopted the same
characteristics as the man and it felt as if he was fighting with himself. The
slavish observed horrified and unable to move or help as, for every blow the man
gave to the blobber, it would just get together once again. Once he left out a
little scream, which put the man out of his attention. The loss of concentration
made him be struck with a black sword on his side. Falling to his knees, the man
saw the blobber turning to the tree where the young slavish was. The slavish was
unable to move as he felt the cruel killer advancing to where he was. His hands
started to tremble and he know that the bloody man could not save him, he knew
no one would ever do. 

     The creature was already on the middle of the tree and the slavish closed
his eyes, as to accept his destiny. Silence. Opening his eyes again, he saw the
black man right in front of him, stop mid motion. Looking down, he saw a hand
coming out of the blobber chest grabbing a black pearl. The hand crushed the
pearl and the black man disappeared in runny black oil. Behind it was the man
with the eyes wide open, the green shining strongly and with a scary expression.
His tattoo was bright red and he held the position as if still holding the
creature's heart. He then looked right into the slavish eyes. The boy cowered
under the scary gaze of the man.

     "Are you all right?" The man asked with a coarse voice that echoed in the
wind. The slavish nodded a slight confirmation and the man immediately softened
his expression. In his face everything went back to normal and a smile curled up
his lips. The slavish smiled too, but then the man coughed and spat blood. He
closed his eyes in pain and fell. The boy gasped in surprise and fear as the man
fell from the tree. Looking down, he saw the man lying in the ground and so, he
climbed down as fast as possible.



                            Kapitel 3: After Sleep
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He had done everything he could and everything he was able to do. He laid back
and sighed, hoping that he had been able to save the man. He should run, but was
also so tired. He knew the man would still need a couple of days to recover, so
he let the sleep take a toll on him and fell asleep.

     He opened his eyes and breathed in deeply. He felt a small pain when
forcing the lungs, probably because of the fall from the tree. He thought on all
the bones he might have broken and laughed at the realization of the pain he
would have to go through to put them back together. He also hoped that the
slavish boy was safe, he knew he should have run away. He thought about sating
up, not knowing if he could. A blow and a fall like that would take him a week
or so to recover from. Even so, he tried. 

     He sat up! Surprise was all over his face as felt little pain in his body.
He put his hand under his shirt, where the beast had sliced him and, instead of
a whole in reconstruction, he felt a scar. The man was mesmerized and confused
and so, he tried to get up. When he tried to do so, he left hand touched
something soft besides him. Now the man looked at the frail figure sleeping next
to him. The slavish boy had fell asleep all over the place. His arms and legs
were open in every direction and his small chest was slowly going up and down
with every breath the boy took.

     Seeing the boy near give the man some happiness, though if the slavish
wanted to travel with him, it was going to be a dangerous path. But he would
probably run away in the morning. The man looked at him again. He took the
chance to kill the previous desire and touched the boy's abdomen. First it was
just the fingertips, but as he felt the smooth fur and the little tremble of his
body when receiving a new touch, the man sprayed his whole big hand in the boy's
stomach and made up and down movements as to pat the slavish and feel its fur.

     After a moment, the man thought it good to take off his hand and go back to
sleep. He did so and the a soft purr came from besides him and then the slavish,
still sleeping, climbed on top of the man he continued to sleep there. Ho! How
the man hated to share his sleep with some one and all that fur and hair
everywhere! He was about to push him away when he suddenly felt it. The places
where their chests connected, he could feel a strong yet soft purr. Despite not
liking to be near someone, that purr was dangerously rocketing him to sleep. All
sprayed on top of the man, he realized as that boy was not that small as he
thought him to be, probably some 1,55cm, less 25cm than him. He kept feeling the
rumble of the purr of the slavish and, putting a hand to his hair to smooth it,
he fell asleep together with the boy.

     Something was strange when the slavish woke up. He felt like he was
floating. He felt hot in his belly and heard something soothing and alive.
"ba-dum, ba-dum". A heartbeat. He knew it wasn't his because his heart beat is
faster and not as strong. Still with his eyes closed, he turned his head to the
other side. He felt the ground oddly lumpy and soft and something was lightly
pressing his back. In his new position he felt something breathe near the top of
his head. He got scared. Opening his eyes, he lifted his head a little to look
around. He looked in the direction of the hot breath and tried hard to hide a
gasp when he saw the man's face so close to his'. His expression was softer and
relaxed and his lips were apart from each other to let the air go in and out.
The boy still looked and let himself feel the man breathing, going up and down
as his chest filled and emptied his lungs. Without noticing, the young slavish
opened his mouth in amazement.

     Curiosity always took the best of him. Purring ever so slightly, he moved a
little and touched the man's lips. He trailed the lips' shape with his index and
not even knowing, he started to move closer to the man. He wanted to see more,
to know more and to feel more. Unfortunately, he moved too much. The thing that
was making a light pressure on his back pulled the boy closer and his other hand
grabbed his back too. The man, still sleeping, turned himself to the right and
continued sleeping while embracing the slavish with a sweet yet strong hug.

     The boy felt the man snuggle his face in his hair and so looked up to
protest. As he looked up he saw a little tiny smile on the man's face. He also
remembered the fight he had and that he probably needed to recover. Focusing his
glance on the man's lips yet again and feeling safe on his warm embrace, the
slavish dared to get his face closer to the man's. He got closer, and closer,
until his soft lips touched the man's slightly rough lips. He brushed his lips
and when the man's mouth opened to breath, so did his mouth. The boy felt a
little pull on his back and felt it was better to stop. He looked down again and
rested his head on the man's large chest. After a while, he fell asleep again
with the sound of the man's heart and the warmth of his body.



                                Kapitel 4: Klar
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The light was too bright that morning and the man had to shade his eyes with his
left hand. He felt his right arm dormant and found the slavish creature sleeping
soundless on his arm. The little creature was nibbling a piece of his shirt
while sleeping and already made a hole with his teeth. Carefully, he released
his shirt from the boy's teeth and freed his arm from under his head. He got up
and picked his blanket from the ground to cover the boy. He was thinking what to
do when a huge "Growwwwl" came from under the blanket. The man snickered and
thought it was best to light a fire and cook something, so he picked his
backpack and went inside the forest pick branches and food.

     "Growwwl". The boy moved from one side to the other as he was so hungry! He
then remembered what he had done during the night and blushed profusely while
hiding his face under the blanket. He heard nothing. He picked from over the
blanket and looked around. He was alone in the clearing and the only thing he
had from the man was the blanket. Had he gone away? He didn't want to think
that. He still wanted to know more and was also afraid to go back, not knowing
if there are more of those strange creatures. Deciding to wait, the slavish sat
up and rolled himself inside the blanket. He was starving and put a hand on top
of his belly to ease the pain.

     About one hour had passed and the man was still not back. The boy had
grabbed his knees and rested his head on them. The wind had changes and he was
getting cold. Sad that the man probably left him alone, the slavish thinks of
leaving when he hears the bushes rustling. He looks up with a big smile hoping
it was the man. But the destiny can be cruel sometimes and from over the bushes
appeared another man. He too had a flesh tattoo, though not on his face, but on
his right arm. He had spiked hair that was bright red, brown mad eyes, a smile
filled with devilish madness with white sharp teeth and a fresh wound crossing
his cheek. His clothes were odd as he was wearing a pair of red shorts and a
long sleeved dark blue shirt that fitted his slim body perfectly. They were
different from the clothes of the other man and more boyish and unkempt. He used
several accessories like feathered piercings, long stringed necklaces and at
least 10 silver bracelets on each wrist.

     At first, it seemed the strange man hadn't seen the slavish, and looked
absent minded. Aft a while, he started smelling the wind and his face turned
quickly to the young boy. He then sprinted and in a few seconds he was grabbing
the young boy's neck. The slavish was scared, he was too afraid to react and he
knew that a wrong movement could kill him. 
     "Where is he?" Asked the man. He had a maddened glint on his eyes and his
grip tightened as he gave no answer. "Where is Klar?" The grip tightening again.
"I...don't..know" Was the only answer he was able to give. The slavish felt
unable to move and his lungs were already gasping for air. "Lies! I smell his
smell on you!" While saying that, the man glued his nose to the slavish's neck
and smelled him. "I can taste it!" And the man licked his neck. The boy felt
nauseated and started to whimper. "I...don't (sob) know...who you are
talking...about!"

     "Ho, that is interesting" The man left a little maniacal laugh and
releasing his right hand from the boy's neck, he grabbed his tail with strength.
"Are you telling me you sleep with someone and you don't know who?" He started
pulling his tail as if it was a cat's but the pressure he was making hurt the
slavish. "We didn't do anything." Tried the slavish to say as he wasn't liking
how things were going. "More lies!" the man's brown eyes shone almost red with
pure anger. He tossed the young slavish to the ground and kicked him in the
stomach, stealing away his air. The boy tried to pull himself away and run, but
another kick hit him on his side. Whimpering, he wished the man was there to
save him and decided that being quitted was better than trying to run away. 

     The man kneeled besides the slavish and violently turned him face up. The
boy was trembling in fear and small tears blended themselves with the fur of his
cheeks when running away from their eyes. "Now I am curious to know what he saw
in you. Maybe, if I break you a little he might come for me. And when he comes,
all the Arrosh tribe will be ready to kill him. Remember that when he returns!"
The man punched the young slavish's face as to make a point. The boy feared for
the other man. "He's not coming back." Sobbed the frail creature. He was sad
that the man wouldn't come to save him but happy that he wouldn't die because of
that too. Being broken was a small price to pay for the man who saved him.

     "Ho... I know he won't." He stated with a crazy smile. "He's the most cold
hearted and strongest member of our guild and he also is a bloody killer but he
left and no one leaves the guild." he said, respect and adoration changing to
rage as he talked. "But where was I? Yes, breaking you. Hahaha!!" His laugh was
wicked and it rose chills on the slavish's body. He received another punch to
his chest and gasped for air. Trembling and crying, the slavish just wished
everything would end quickly.

     The man got near and bit the slavish ear, so strong that he felt the skin
tear. The boy tried pushing him away, but was only presented with a strong slap
and his arms were pinned down with the man's left hand. He was too strong.
"Don't you dare move away again." Whispered the man to his ear and then
violently bit his lip. The slavish felt the taste of blood in his mouth and
started sobbing uncontrollably. With his free right hand, the man pulled the
slavish's shorts down and grabbed him with an almost suffocating grip. The boy
gasped in pain and humiliation but he could do nothing. The man started biting
all his chest leaving red marks and bloody bite marks all over. 

     "I guess i have been too nice." said the man with a sardonic smile. He
pinned the boy down with his own body and moved his right hand to the slavish's
behind. The boy was horrified of the hard volume he felt pinning him down from
the inside of the man's shorts but he suddenly contorted up, back arched and
eyes wide open when he felt a finger go inside him. It hurt and he could feel
the man's long nail pinching him and slicing him inside. "Hahaha! Of course I
meant breaking you from the inside out. But I guess he didn't touched you. Poor
thing." With a maddened loud laugh, the man inserted another finger. He moved
his fast and strongly and the boy contorted in pain with every movement. 

     "Hmm....I see why he would like you" He released the boy's arms and grabbed
him again with more strength than before. All the while, the man just laughed
maniacally as he saw the boy contort and cry in pain. He suddenly stopped
everything he was doing and violently turned the slavish belly down. He bit all
his back again and then ripped his shorts of. Blood was dripping down the
slavish's back and the man smiled at the sight of it. He then rapidly and
violently pushed three finger inside the boy. He screamed. It hurt and he
desperately wanted to be saved. He screamed again and again. 

     "Shut up!" Screamed the man, he thrust his fingers as strong as he could to
make a point. He then sat on his knees and laughed at the sight in front of him.
The boy was filled with bloody marks all over his body, sweaty and trembling
from the fear and lines of blood dripping from his behind. Big strands of hair
covered his bruised face but the man was certain that he was crying and gasping.
What he saw made it unbearable to hold the pressure inside his shorts. He pulled
them down and with the left arm he grabbed the boy and positioned him and with
the right arm he opened the boy. He was hard and could no longer take it.
Imagining the pain on the boy's face and on Klar's face if he ever saw it made
his blood rush. He touched the young slavish's entrance with his tip and was
gaining a little balance to enter as fast as possible when "Bang!!!!" He dropped
the boy and looked to the left. The arm was blown off from his body and laid
down on the floor in a pool of blood. The maddened man looked at it with a blank
expression and turned his face to where the bullet came from. A smiled curled
his lips up. At the entrance of the clearing was the first man, his small lumish
gun on his right hand and some dry branches held by his left arm. "Klar....."



                         Kapitel 5: Taking Care of You
                         -----------------------------


Klar's eyes could kill with all the anger he felt. He dropped the branches and
saved his gun. "Get away from the boy, Joan." He said with constrain. He felt
like running and cutting his head off, but he knew Joan to well, and this person
was already holding a blade against the boy's neck with his only hand. "Klar! I
missed you... Why did you leave me?" Joan had a crazy look on his face and his
voice sounded desperate. He didn't seem worried about his wound or lack of left
arm, though his right hand was shaking, Klar knew it would be best to be
careful, as he didn't want an innocent boy to die.

     "Leave him, he has nothing to do with this." Klar started slowly
approaching the two figures in the middle of the claring. "Lies! He had your
smell all over him!" Klar's jaw tightened at the use of the past "had". He
couldn't see the slavish properly, but could see and smell blood on Joan. "Come
back to us! Why did you leave? Everyone is looking for you!" Joan's voice was
getting more desperate and his rage started to rise. "I can't go back" Admitted
Klar. He couldn't. He got out because he killed the guild's boss and he also
knew the price to pay for those who tried to leave. "León had to die, come
back!" Joan said with desperation, but the slavish could hear his light laugh. 

     "Run! They want to kill you!" Both Joan and Klar got surprised with the
shout the young slavish said. Joan turned in a strange way and with a mad man's
smile he punched the boy with his free hand. Punched and punched and punched. He
then stopped. The boy heard something roll through the grass and then a dead
weight fell on top of him. He couldn’t get scared anymore, his body hurt and
he felt morose. "Hey, Kiddo!" He heard someone call for him and he felt that
someone was shaking him. But the boy was tired and the pain was too much, so he
closed his eyes and fainted.

     Klar stopped shaking the young boy when he felt him get heavier from the
faint. He pulled him from under the headless body of Joan and laid him down. He
saw all the bloody bite marks, the bruises and the he saw the damage that was
made to his lower part. Klar had to fight against his emotions as his heart
pained with the vision of the young slavish. "It's all my fault. I'm so sorry"
Klar whispered as he leaned down to lightly kiss the boy's forehead.

     He got up and picked the dry branches he found inside the forest and with
them and two flint stones he found inside his backpack, he lighted a bonfire. He
then picked an emptied leather canteen from the inside of his backpack and
sprinted through the forest. A few moments later he got back with a full
canteen. Going back to the backpack he picked a piece of cloth. He sat down near
the slavish and pouring water in the piece of cloth he cleaned the boy. He had
to repeat the pouring process several times and, when he was finished, he had
little water left.

     Klar put the now bloody cloth and the canteen down and got closer to the
boy to observe his wounds. He saw the bite marks and the bruises and then, with
care, he turned the boy to observe his behind. His hair and tail still had
blood, but the slavish would have to clean it when he gets better. He pulled his
butt cheeks a little bit apart and twisted his nose seeing that most of the
damage was inside. He laid the boy down and from his backpack took one big glass
vial with a grey moisture inside and put it near the boy. He then picked the
canteen and the dirty cloth and got up, going inside the forest once again.

     Some minutes later he got back with a clean cloth, a full canteen and a
fistful of herbs. He sat down near the backpack, took out a wooden mortar and
pestle. He sorted the plants and then prepared them. From some he would only put
the stems inside the mortar, from others he only put the petals or the leaves.
He tossed the rests into the bonfire and smashed what he had put inside the
mortar with the pestle. Five minutes later he had a dark green thick paste. He
put it inside the cloth and cleaned the mortar. He then put water inside the
cloth and Klar squeezed it letting a light green oil pass through the cloth and
fall inside the mortar. 

     Klar let the oil set in the sun and turned to the boy. He seized the big
vial and opened it, took a good handful of it and set the vial back in the
ground. With his free hand he carefully turned the slavish to lay sideways and
spread the grey moisture all over his bit and bruised torso and face. He reached
for a big white roll from the inside of his backpack and bandaged his whole
upper body, including his face. Klar sighed for what was to come. He turned the
boy so his belly would be facing down and seized the oil that was in the sun. He
got closer and spilled oil in the boys behind. He rubbed the oil all over his
sore entrance but he knew that was not enough.

     Klar picked a big portion of the oil and rubbed it in between his fingers.
He then opened the boy's buttcheecks open and all the care he could find, he
gently and slowly entered an oily finger inside. The slavish immediately
convulsed and he stopped. He waited for the boy to calm down and slowly moved
his finger inside out as to smear the oil inside. When Klar felt that everything
was well smeared and oiled he took his finger out. He cleaned his hands with
water and then cleaned the utensils he used to prepare the oil and put them back
inside the backpack. He rummaged the big backpack and found a spare pair of
clothes. He went for the boy and dressed him with a slightly large pair of
underpants, brown fleece pants and a white line shirt.

     Klar felt that the healing job was done. He got up and set for the forest.
About half an hour later he was back with a dead rabbit dangling over his
shoulder. After skinning it and sticking a stick inside it, the man set the
rabbit in the bonfire, waiting for it to cook. After a while a good smell of
cooked meat started to mane from the rabbit. Klar picked it up and felt happy
with how done the meat was. Just as he was taking off the bones of a leg to give
to the slavish, he hear a strong "Growwwwwwl" coming from where he was sleeping.
Klar looked to the boy and saw two big and white orbs staring at him. He put the
rabbit inside a bowl and set it besides him. He looked at him and smiled. "You
must be hungry. Come and join me."



                          Kapitel 6: Loculence Curse
                          --------------------------


The Slavish kept on looking, gazing at the smiled that shone for him. He ought
to feel confusion, or even fear, but the only thing he could sense was how
hungry he was. He stared at the man and then at the bowl filled with steamy
rabbit lying next to the man. Hungry, hungry, hungry. "Grooowwwwwwll". Another
strong stomach noise was heard. But the shy Slavish kept silent and unmoving
until he could bear his hunger no more. He was laying on his stomach and his
hunger was pressing him as if a black hole was inside his being and pulling
everything inside. He positioned his hands on the soft grass near his chest and
pushed hard in order to lift his upper body and get up. 

     "Hugh"! The boy fell as his arms lost their strength trying to push his own
body up. The worst was how much his back hurt. Memories flooded his mind as he
remembered what happened some hours prior. However, the cleanliness he felt, the
pain, that was not as great as he thought it would be, and his foreign clothes
did not go unnoticed. He felt his eyes tearing, it was humiliating and it hurt
how much he was scared of what happened and what might be to come. Closing his
face with his hands, the boy hid it and silently sobbed.

     The smell of cooked meat reached his nose once again. He uncovered his face
and once again looked to the bowl. His hunger was thundering inside his belly
and he needed to find a way to go from where he was to where the food is. Klar
saw the despair of being assaulted being lifted from the Slavish's face and
being substituted by the despair of hunger. He could not let go unnoticed how
the boy's lips started to curl in a snarl and his sharp teeth started appearing
from the corners of his mouth. Looking like a famished wolf, the Slavish had not
yet understood how his hunger was tolling with his self-control.

     Klar already knew it would be hard for the creature to move at first and
how he fell at first only proved him right. He could just bring the bowl over to
him, but then again, it wouldn't be as fun if he wasn't going to mess with the
Slavish just a little bit. He got up quickly, scaring the Slavish with the
sudden movement and ever so slowly he walked to his side. The Slavish's big
scared eyes followed the man's every movement and pushed his body as much as he
could away from the man when he squatted as near the boy as he could. "Do you
want to eat"? Asked Klar with a soft expression on his face as he did not want
to scare the boy any further. The Slavish studied his face carefully and then he
nodded. "Ask for my help, then". The Slavish was shocked as Klar finished his
sentence with a grin. The bastard was playing with him when he was both famished
and hurt! He was angry and was about to shout when he remembered he couldn't. He
pressed his nose with his fingers to alleviate distress and gave a negative
nod.

     "Then we shall get going with you on an empty stomach". Klar was toying
with the Slavish and with the little time they had but the boy spiced his
interest when he suddenly grabed his shirt when he prepared to leave him. He
threw an inquiring look at the boy and more interested he became when the boy
looked back at him with big eyes filled with desperation. The Slavish opened and
closed his mouth trying to pass the message that he could not speak, however, he
felt more and more desperate as he saw confusion now on the man's face. He
opened and closed his mouth now more expressively as he he also made cut
movements on his throat as to say the he had no voice.

     "I know you have a voice as I heard you scream and also know that you can
understand my language, what is your problem then"? Klar's words struck him
hard, leaving him open-mouthed. He could not talk and most of all, he could not
talk about what was wrong. He slowly closed his mouth as he stopped gesturing
and made the movement to lay down again and turn his back to the man. Klar got
it, he saw it as the Slavish was closing his mouth. Why didn't he thought of
that sooner? Klar grabbed the Slavish's chin, stopping him midway trying to lay
again. He pulled his face close to his own, with such strength that the young
boy was forced to get on his knees. "Open". The boy didn't want to as everything
was hurting. He was already grabbing the man's arm in order not to have all his
weight on his legs. With his eyes starting to tear up, the Slavish tightened his
jaw. 

     "You little brat". Klar knew well enough he was hurting the boy, but he
also needed confirmation of what he saw, or just to prove himself wrong as it
would mean they would be in danger. However, with the use of force we would gain
nothing, so e loosened up his grip and with his index he slowly pressured the
Slavish's lips and looked deeply into his eyes. "Open up, please". He pleaded!
The young Slavish could not believe it but, even so, he decided to trust him as
he did saved him. The boy swallowed in dry, released the man's arm and left the
strength he was putting to pull himself up. Feeling the Slavish go limp, Klar
grabs him through his back with the hand that was holding his chin and pulls his
body close to his own. Nevertheless, having to secure the weight of both of them
while squatting, makes Klar fall back and pulling the Slavish with him.

     Klar found himself laying in the ground with an open legged Slavish on top
of him. His arm was still on his back and so he pulled him even closer, catching
the boy's attention. He looked up with his big eyes and his mouth slightly open,
breathing heavily. Klar moved his free hand and once again touched the Slavish's
lips. He slowly entered his mouth with the index and middle finger to softly pry
his mouth open. The Slavish offered no resistance and only moved his mouth in
accordance with the man's fingers, feeling a slight heat tingling up his back to
his ears. 

     《He's getting exited》. Thought Karl as he felt his body heat rise, his
belly moving in and out against his own with his heavy breathing, he saw his
cheeks blush and felt his tongue playing with his fingers. 《Is his race in
heat this season? Do they have it? 》. Feeling the need to focus as he was also
starting to get hot, Klar turned his attention to the task at hand and tried to
pry his mouth open even more. However, the Slavish forgot his place and was
indulging on the caresses he was receiving. He bit the man's finger as playing
with him and licked them on the inside of his mouth all the while purring
seductively.

     Klar rolled his eyes, he wasn't going anywhere and the little guy was
starting to mess with him, his fault, though, as he was the one who started it.
It was time to put an end to these games as Klar felt that something was
terribly wrong. He slipped his hand inside the Slavish's pants and grabbed his
tail, making him immediately moan open-mouthed. Starting to rub his tail has he
once did, Klar took the chance to observe more carefully the inside of his
mouth. With the Slavish rubbing clumsily against his crotch, Klar could not
avoid feeling exited himself. He pulled and forced all his consciousness to the
Slavish's tongue and then he saw it, a little black mark on his tongue. He took
the hand out of his tail and pulled him closer in order to see well. The
movement made the Slavish purr louder and his tail wrapped around his arm, not
wanting Klar to stop. 《Oh Spirit! Concentrate》! Klar used all his
self-control to pull his tongue out and see. There it was, a little black sun
marked on his tongue.

     Localence Curse… Used to track down people who knew too much by warning
the one who cursed them when the cursed ones spoke. It was not a problem if they
kept silent and as far as Klar remembered, the Slavish has been rather silent.
However, he remembered that time Joan had him and the Slavish warn him to run.

     "Shit"!! Their problems just doubled and they definitely had to run as soon
as possible. He looked into the Slavish's eyes and he saw lavish and
desire...and also embarrassment. He really looked at the boy, probably not
understanding what he was feeling. Some hours prior he was brutally assaulted
and was probably still in pain and he was also given the Localence Curse which
means he has suffered worst. Now he was clumsily trying to cope with all his
emotions, red with desire of the monster in front of him that he still not knew.
Klar felt pity for the boy but even so he could not still his heart seeing the
Slavish like that for him. Klar sighed deeply and forced himself to do what he
needed to do when all he wanted was to lose control.

     Wrapping his arms around the Slavish's shoulders and giving him first a
tight hug and then a soft kiss on his forehead to calm him down, Klar murmured
soft words to his ear. The Slavish stopped and looked at Klar, eyes tearing
again. Klar just brushed the tears out of his eyes and kissed him deeply. He
then hugged the thin Body on his arms and caressed him until he fell asleep.
After that Klar prepared everything to leave, including the Slavish that went
sleeping on his arms. All during the trip, the young boy dreamt of soft words
being whispered in his mind: "Calm down. I'll protect you".




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