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Post by Ventia on Aug 17, 2018 21:24:06 GMT -5
( Orfeo) It had been almost two weeks now since Bram had dropped off the wolf-dog at Freya’s little townhouse. She hadn’t wanted the beast since it looked like it would rather bite her hand off than go with her but she couldn’t deny the logic that Bram had left her with. This beast practically oozed out dark energy which was perfect for Freya to feed upon. Bram had even pointed out that with the wolf at her side, maybe Freya wouldn’t have to kill as much. Wouldn’t have to harm people with her power. Freya didn’t enjoy admitting her dislike for causing pain to others since she was supposed to be a being of the night. But truth was, with a host like Fallyn, Freya couldn’t help but have a soft side. After all, it was Fallyn who taught her what it was to be alive. It was Fallyn who she had taken control of. Little pieces of Fallyn had become integrated into Freya’s persona. So she had kept the beast. In the beginning, Freya found herself staying awake in case the wolf wanted to snack on her while she slept. But after a small incident where the wolf had almost bitten her, she realized how the wolf stopped himself in time. She still to this day didn’t have a good relationship with the wolf but it ate and drank water and if she was lucky enough, it behaved during the night walks that they shared together. Freya was sitting in front of the television at the moment, and Ori, the wolf’s name, was curled on the floor just a few feet away. She peek at him from under her eyelashes, wondering what the wolf was thinking. “Ori?” She called to it, wanting to see if she could get a reaction other than low growls and soft whines that he usually gave her. “Ori.” Freya called again, tapping the floor with her bare feet. She wore a simple brown shirt and had shorts on, no socks or shoes, and her hair was pulled up and out of the way in a lousy bun. It was dusk time and Freya glanced at the darkening sky. She would have to go out soon to hunt and wondered if she should bring Ori or leave him at home.
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Post by Orfeo on Aug 18, 2018 18:01:22 GMT -5
It was insulting for Ori to be carted around in a cage from person to person, with no control over where he was or what he could do. The first man held him in a cage with other animals, though they kept him alone. Ori hated the way he would talk down to him in a high-pitched voice, getting in a low crouch, paying too much attention to him. And all the barking, all the noise. Then came the second man, one who for once didn’t seem afraid of Ori. It angered him, made him bark harder and slam against the cage whenever he saw him. He was kept muzzled for most of those couple of days he had spent with the man, save for the few moments when he was allowed to eat and drink. Somehow, Ori knew he wouldn’t be staying with him for long. For him, the disdain was shared between one another.
His assumption rung true when he was transferred to the third person, a woman whose name he didn’t initially catch. Oddly enough, Ori was mostly content with being around this one. Most of the time she was calm, and she kept quiet. He couldn’t explain the relationship he shared with the woman. They tolerated one another.
There were moments where he was about ready to bite her, but those urges would leave Ori as quickly as it came. Her presence provided an odd calming warmth that resonated inside, though when she was gone he was back to his old self once more. For Ori, it felt normal to walk around without a leash and a muzzle. Her home quickly became his territory, and he treated it as so. He wasn’t comfortable around her, kept a respectful distance, and she to him. He almost bit her the day she decided to place a collar around his neck yet stopped when that now-familiar warmth once more spread from within.
Freya, as he’d learned to understand, gave him food and water and a place to rest. In the end it was all that Ori needed.
Something odd nagged at the back of Ori's mind, something he wasn't used to. It was a sensation that placed him in as much discomfort as it was starting to place him into a light rest when one of his triangular ears twitched and swiveled when he heard his name being called; almost on instinct Ori growled lowly, curling in tighter into himself. He was ready to ignore her and focus again on the nagging and tugging on the back of his mind, but then she called his name again twice. Again, he growled lowly but instead uncurled and stretched out before standing. He turned his head toward Freya, sat, and silently stared at the woman for a couple of moments, his back straight up and his ears held high. Ori stayed that way for a few moments, huffed, and inched his way toward her until he was sitting by her feet. Again he sat and stared, cocking his head off to the side, staring at her eyes.
There wasn’t much in there, nothing that he could see, but then he’d never been good at reading humans. They were strange creatures he didn’t understand. Ori cocked his head to the other side, still staring, whining when that strange feeling hit him again. He hated how it felt and wanted it gone. Ori shifted uncomfortably and placed his eyes back on her. Biting on something would help ease the aching of his teeth but there wasn’t a point in doing anything to her. If she was as much a creature of habit as he’d learned from his time observing people, then this was around the time she was ready to head out.
Ori stood and paced away, toward the front door, somewhat distracted by a feeling that was started to grow out of the back of his head. What was a mild discomfort was beginning to turn into a pain he could ignore, albeit with a little bit of effort. Ori didn't spare a second glance back at Freya. He’d already made up his mind that he was going anyway. While he waited for the woman to get ready and join him, he sniffed under the front door, checking the scents in his territory to make sure there was nothing out of the ordinary outside, ignoring what was going on inside. Ori sat and waited for Freya.
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Post by Ventia on Aug 18, 2018 20:35:35 GMT -5
Freya watched Ori’s reactions, slightly amused at how he sat and watched her for a few seconds. She wondered what the wolf was thinking about and continued to hold his gaze. There was a sort of intelligence in its eyes and Freya wondered what his story was about. All she knew from Bram was that he’d had found the wolf at a animal shelter and that it’s name was Ori. But there was something almost familiar about the wolf. But Freya wasn’t sure how that was so.
She wanted to touch Ori’s fur but knew that it was probably still too soon for that. After all, he was already huffing and puffing to being called over. Freya would take what she could get. He was pretty cute when he whined, Freya would admit, and she smiled at him before watching him move to the front door.
“So you do want to come.” Freya said more to herself than Ori and then pulled herself up from the couch. She left the television on and moved to the bathroom where she had left her phone. She checked herself out in the mirror and then went to the laundry room to get a pair of socks.
Back by the couch, Freya put her socks and shoes on, glanced at Ori who was patiently waiting on her, then turned the tv off. She grabbed the keys and then moved towards the front, taking the collar and leash off from the wall.
“I know you don’t like it, but it’s necessary.” Though Freya was pretty sure that if Ori wanted to, he could get away from her even with a collar and leash. But he seemed to understand the importance of the device and was usually tolerant when he had to have it on.
Freya bent down, getting eye to eye level with the wolf, and paused for a few breaths. She could feel his dark energy and it called to her, making Freya tug just a little at it, just for a taste. As always, it was dark and sweet, making her fingers tremble just a fraction as she wrapped the collar around his neck. His fur was smooth against her fingers and once again, she wanted to thread her fingers into it. She didn’t and clicked the collar in place.
“Good job.” She praised the wolf and stood, opening the door and waiting for Ori to pass. She wasn’t sure where would be the best place to go right now so she was planning to just walk around, maybe even let Ori lead her in the direction he wanted to go. Though when that happened, Freya found herself walking for hours almost. The wolf liked to wander in the night hours and if she didn’t stop it after the first three hours, she was pretty sure the wolf would keep on walking.
“You lead.”
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Post by Orfeo on Aug 18, 2018 22:39:09 GMT -5
It was a little strange for Ori to watch Freya move about. His eyes followed her curiously as she carefully moved around the home. Even as he had memorized the locations of every room in the home, it always amazed Ori to see Freya walking around, almost in tune to her home. She didn't have a doubt to her dominant steps. Freya showed no hesitation. Ori wondered if this was a stance Freya had taken up because she wished to show herself as superior to him or if she had always been so confident in her life. Off to the room with the strange objects that made such an infernal noise, then back to the place where he had been resting. He cocked his head, watching, waiting, holding back a growl when Freya now approached with the leash in hand. Anger surged, already making him tremble when she got down, but her words were oddly calming. Understanding. Ori didn't understand remorse outright, but the concept still resonated well enough in him. Freya didn't seem to want to place the leash on him but it felt like a necessity, and to her credit she would immediately take the constricting device off by the time the two got back. Ori let her place the collar on him, flinching hard when the her fingers brushed against his fur though immediately calming afterward. The sensation was unlike the one that had previously been bothering him - this one blossomed from deep inside, become a calming warmth that, for a moment, soothed the aching anger in him. An already calm wolf around her, this small moment caused Ori to become almost docile. His eyes were locked with hers, lost in wonder for that short moment as the collar was wrapped around his neck and locked into place. It was gone quickly, when she pulled back from him with praising words, and the docile wolf once more became the calm and tolerant wolf. Annoyed with the collar around his neck, disliking that he'd be led around on a leash, but it had been his choice regardless. Better to be out there enjoying the cool fresh air of the night than being trapped inside doing nothing for the rest of the day. As soon as the door peeked open he pushed through the entrance and impatiently waited for Freya to close up, looking up at her and her contemplative look. "You lead." Those were the words that brought a rare emotion in Ori, one he hadn't even experienced during his days of surviving alone in the wilderness. Excitement. He stood and without a second thought, Ori jumped down the small couple of steps and turned left unto the sidewalk. Those two words meant freedom to go where he wanted relatively unobstructed without the need for worrying about his own survival. There was hardly a need to hunt for food or water, allowing him to focus on the oddly soothing act of simply roaming through the roads at night. And it was a beautiful night. It was a chilly night, a miracle compared to the debilitating heat and humidity of earlier in the day. Ori's fur bristled under the breeze that brought him new scents for him to follow. Freya had quickly become a distant thought in the back of his hand, a person who he at times dragged by the collar and leash as he rushed ahead against her straining strength, sniffing out potential dangers and interesting smells, before settling back to walking at pace at her side. He panted, tail lazily swiveling from left to right with every other step forward. He brought them toward 8th street, a main avenue that was oddly silent at night, and walked them along the empty barely-illuminated sidewalk. At every car that passed by Ori would growl and pause for a split second. Sometimes, passing through homes with high fences, he would stop and stare down at the dogs that barked at them from the other side, growling, which turned into snarling, which threatened to become loud barking before Freya, somehow, snapped him out of it and tugged him along again. Every so often he'd take her down a side road, unsure of what he'd find, seemingly careless of potential dangers yet painfully aware of his surrounding, wondering if they were going to find something interesting or come up on a dead end. One way or another they'd end back on 8th street, Ori giving a glance back at Freya to make sure she was there and keeping up with him, and then he'd pull her along further on the road, repeating the process more times than he cared to keep track of. Every side road was a new experience, a new adventure. New sights and smells and tactile sensations. He found that the odd person they came across would quickly turn and do their best to avoid them - avoid him. It brought Ori some satisfaction. Overall there had been little of interest to find but that hardly bothered Ori. For him, it was the simple yet wonderful experience of exploring at night without the busy day life that usually surrounded these roads. It was a simple pleasure other might not have understood.
It was his simple pleasure, and nobody could take that away from him.
Ori stopped when they came upon the intersection of 8th street with 87th avenue, abruptly stopping and sitting at the curve of the sidewalk. He lightly scratched at the back of his ears and turned to look up at Freya, his ears swiveling this way and that to whatever little noise caught his attention. That annoying feeling had started again, one which was beginning to become more painful to the wolf. But he didn't do anything about it. He simply stared up at Freya, silent, cocking his head to the side as if to say "What now?"
Ori wasn't going to outright admit it, not even to himself, but these night walks were enjoyable. Even with a collar and leash. Even with Freya.
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