Scraps

N/A · 07-20-2021, 06:52 PM

Iris winced as he pressed harder on her injuries than he had before her answer, her toes curling to grip the fur until the wave of pain it caused faded. Worry flared in her gut, concerned that she might have done something to upset him. She was always so careful about how she acted or spoke, but perhaps offering alternatives besides her name made him upset. She watched him uncertainly as he assured her that Iris was a good name. It was almost strange to hear someone call her by her name again. How long had it been? Had anyone besides the brute that had "raised" her called her by her name? She couldn't remember. It sounded softer coming from Sirius, nicer in a way.

Her ears folded back as he turned away, seeing the tension in his shoulders and the aggravation on his features. She wondered if asking for his help had been a mistake, but if it was then why would he have done it? He was so unlike the other males that had owned her so her usual gage of what was right and wrong was skewed and uncertain. In a strange way she almost wished he would hit her or bite her or something more tangible, something she was used to. At least then she would know if she was right or wrong rather than feel like she was in this limbo, just waiting for him to punish her. It never occurred to her that she might not be the source of his annoyance or that he wouldn't take out his frustrations on her regardless of the cause.

When he asked about how long it would take for her to be ready for "physical labor" her mind immediately jumped to conclusions, her body tensing and her heart beating nervously in her chest. There was only one kind of physical labor that she had ever been used for, though she had never had someone call it that and she had also never had anyone ask. She had only ever been taken from, never given to and the concept of consent wasn't something she had ever considered. Her fuchsia gaze shifted back down to the space between her paws, feeling like a fool for thinking that he would be any different just because he treated her kindly. "I can start now if you need, Warlord," she replied, her voice soft and hollow. "My wounds won't interfere. If I could ask that you not bite my scruff that would be preferable... Only to not waste more herbs."

"Speech"

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