I won't repent for regret Massive paws hit dirt as the form of the behemoth stalked his quarry. Victim more like, but still it was HIS. His form didn't blend here. Didn't belong. But still he stalked. The prey he had his mind set on? A scrap of albino fur he had let live when his retched sister rejected his gift. To think he had spent so long capturing and training the creature and she just rejected it. And now? That whimp had fled him as he slept, a disgraceful, bitch move. He would teach it true fear. It had yet to see him truly pissed.... well now he was rabid with fury. He had scented it close. A chuckle of breath came from deep in his lungs. "Oh Sugusiiiikkkk." His deep vocals were sing songy as he moved to where the scent trail lingered. The welp thought it was safe from him here? Oh they would find out just how wrong they were. Intent to harm was in his brain, to snap more than just a toe this time. To bend the bone, listen to it crack, enjoy the feeling of the wimp under him as he bled and pleaded for his life. That would be the only way it was living this time. A deep growl penetrated the woods as he neared the end of the scent trail. Let the runt run, let him flee. The chase would only bring more enjoyment from catching them and breaking every bone in their legs. Tongue flicked out between saber fangs and a narrowing of his eyes told every part of his mood. Anger was in his veins, deadly and poised like a cobra to strike. His head was leveled with his spine and his tail flicking with the readiness to kill. His pet had only one chance to placate him, and even then the chances didn't look good for the creature. Walk, "Talk", Think As I choke you to death

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Leaves crunched softly under delicate paws, moving as lightly as they could so as to not disturb too much around him. The small wolf hadn't stopped moving this time, heading anywhere but where he currently was and having to make up for lost time. His fur was still ruffled with sleep and a stray leaf or two stuck to him. Unkempt, he felt so unkempt, but he had to find another stream or creek to travel through. He had thought his running was over so long ago when he had escaped the first who took his freedom from him. But his running never truly stopped. From one master to the next, passed from old paws to new paws, collar to chain, his life was just a whirlwind of hurt. This current beast though, would break him. He knew this. Bahamut was a monster, breaking bones easily simply to elicit a reaction.

’It might be more this time, might break something important for running away.’’ It was that thought that spurred him to pick up his pace some as he hurried through the ungrowth. Until he heard it, a voice that settled in his veins and poured ice water down his spine. His name sung from somewhere nearby. Close enough to have Sugusik's heart slamming against his ribs and sick trying to bubble up as his stomach rolled. His only thought was to run, scramble for purchase as he willed his legs to work for him. Instead he simply sank to the floor amongst the undergrowth and dead leaves. Praying to whoever was listening that he survived this.

"speech"

’thought’

coded by NachoMumma

I won't repent for regret The sounds of the woods grew silent, as if holding their breath for wat was to happen. As if they too were excited to listen to bones cracking. The sound of leaves kicking up had the Birch Beast moving towards them. There he was! Exactly like a cowardly rat. His cerulean gaze narrowed and wild on the cream and peach form of the slave. His form stalking towards his victim. A deep rumble of a snarl ripping from his maw. The slave had enough sense to flop. Good but a chase would of been more exciting for them both, pity. He settled his form over the form of Sugusik, paws on either side of his head. A massive paw came to stroke his slave's back, with claws almost gentle but harsh enough to raise goosebumps hopefully. Instill fear like mother taught him, like he knew would eventually control his creamy prize. "You took your allowance to sleep away from my side for granted Sugusik." A purr in the boys ear as he whispered to him. He needed to understand Mut was the master here, and running would give him pain beyond any he had known. "You ran from me when I was so good to you. Guess I need to clip your wings little mouse." his massive paw then moved to the boy's leg, applying pressure, enough to ensurehe knew mut could and would break it but not enough to break it, yet. He wanted him to beg. To understand he lived at muts mercy, that mut decided his fate. Course he could just sell him, but why do that if the boy was useful to him. Walk, "Talk", Think As I choke you to death

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It was the silence that was suffocating, legs refusing to move, trapped there by his own body that rejected any command to run, flee, escape to safety. And then it was far too late, feeling that rumbling snarl in the pit of his stomach before it ripped from the giant silver brute's throat. This is what choking on fear felt like, airway tight and unable to pull in enough as a lumbering shadow slowly blotted out the forest above him. His chest heaved and he felt like he would genuinely be sick, just laying there as claws slowly raked through the fur on his back. Pads dragging at fur and claws touching skin and only deepening the terror that felt like it was going kill to kill him.

”You took your allowance to sleep away from my side for granted, Sugusik.” The words were whispered but held danger, something that wormed its way into his head and made the fear so much more palpable. The small slave didn't dare open his mouth, not when it felt like there was more yet to be said. Usually he wouldn't mind simply speaking whatever he thought, but words couldn't be forced past the lump in his throat. Sugusik had taken advantage of finally being allowed to sleep on his own, away from the hulking frame of the other. Making his move in the dead of night and running till he was physically ill. Body demanding rest. It got him nowhere, not if his situation was anything to go by. ”You ran from me when I was so good to you. Guess I need to clip your wings, little mouse.” It was those words paired with one of those massive paws settling over his own leg that stirred him to respond, the way Bahamut could simply step down and shatter it was so very clear and Sugusik could see it in his mind.

"Please, please i was so fucking stupid for taking advantage of such a gift, such a kindness from you." His words bubbling up finally, self preservation and a need to protect himself from pain bundling up into a pleading tone. Willing to belittle and drag himself down to save himself. He was so pathetic. "I know I deserve it, any punishment or wound but that one, it would make me a burden, I don't want to be a burden to you. I can be better, i promise!" His voice rising in pitch and desperation, tears welling up in maroon eyes as he tilted his chin up to finally look up at Bahamut above him. An ant before a monolith. His chest heaving for air and body trembling, he didn't dare move the trapped leg though, relying on the mercy of a monster.

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’thought’

’other's speech’

coded by NachoMumma

I won't repent for regret Mut could taste the fear from the other, delicious, but foreign. Another reason he kept these little fucks around. They could show him something he himself couldn't feel. Maw opened and teeth grasped into Sugusik's ear. He could rip it so easily. But then again he wanted this one to stay pretty. A second thought and he was releasing it. A snarl released in that ear as the lesser pleaded. "Idiocy can be forgiven, dear Sugusik..... but cowardice...." He promised to be better. To not want to be a burden. Mut gave a laugh. Amusing really. If only he could be amused. The beast wasn't known for mercy, nor for allowing what was his to simply disobey. Others had tampered with his work before the slave could be truly educated but Mut could fix that. "You want mercy for disobedience.... what next? For me to give you a reward of pleasure for attempting to fly away?" paw moved then to the bone just above the albino's paw. His weight growing more on it as he pressed down. He wanted to hear the snap. Jaws coming to close on the other's maw, to prevent him from opening those lying jaws and screaming. Only when he heard the signs of a crack did he let up. It wouldn't be broken, but the bone would be bruised and fractured, made hopefully impossible to run on. Then the would let the other go. "There's the only mercy you will be granted.... run from me again and I will rip off your foot." the words were angry, venomous. He wasn't going to coddle his slave. It would get him nowhere. Walk, "Talk", Think As I choke you to death

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He couldn't help his terror and fear, couldn't help the way his stomach was a pit of dread. A broken leg wasn't something he was equipped to heal on his own yet, and the pain would likely be unbearable considering how new he was to treating his own wounds. There were some things he could chew or eat for the pain but he didn't know them well enough yet. These thoughts were interrupted when he felt those teeth close on his ear, his body freezing up again and a quiet whine working its way out of his throat. The noise was quickly cut off when the delicate ear was released and a snarl rattled its way into his head from how close Bahamut’s muzzle was to his head.

There was a glimmer of hope, that his punishment would be minor this time, till he started to truly pay attention to what was being said and that hope was sunk. Sugusik went to open his mouth, hoping more gentle pleading and begging would help to show how deeply he was sorry. But this was a beast made from hatred, there was some part of him that knew his words would just fall on deaf ears. After all, he had seen the blind sister who was just as callous with the lives of others. Something terrible had raised these things; his own personal hell was to live with this beast.

His attention was snapped back to this moment when the paw was slowly moved, something condescending about being rewarded with pleasure for running away. But he hadn't asked for that, for this, any of this, he just didn't want to be left crippled and a burden to be killed for it.

"I swear, I won't do it again if just this once-" Larger jaws easily clamped over his own, scared eyes rolling to look at Bahamut before he felt the pressure bare down on his wrist. If he thought the fear had him struggling to breathe this was so much worse. Unable to pant, trapped as he felt the grinding of his bones together before he felt the creaking give way to a sharp, splintering pain that had him jerking and shaking. He dropped his head back to the ground once the pressure was let up, jaws open to let his tongue loll out as he panted for air. He needed time for the pain to subside, enough to let it dull down to a less blinding pain finally.

"There's the only mercy you will be granted.... run from me again and I will rip off your foot." The words brought him back to paying attention again, swallowing around his pain before opening his mouth again."Yes, sir. Thank you for being so kind…" His voice barely above a croak, though he didn't dare stand yet.

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’thought’

’other's speech’

coded by NachoMumma

I won't repent for regret The beast watched the smaller, pits of cerulean locked on rose. The pain and fear of the other a delicacy to the behemoth. His eyes sharp, wild and unkind, a monster of his mother's creation. He let a smirk settle on his lips. How cruel he could be and how far to push his little slave forming thoughts in his head. The recognition of how kind he was sending a chuckle from his chest. How stupid was this slave. He'd killed men, slaughtered slaves for mere instances of disobedience. His tongue came then laping at the slave's cheek up to his eye. "Let's find you some ginger my little peach.... heard its good for.... circulation somewhere." where had he heard it? He couldn't remember, the lesson was likely given by a meaningless healer to him. Did he kill them to? Likely. He'd already slaughtered alot before these lands. Would the slave know what ginger was for though? He had had a knack for healing Mut knew but time the slave learned to use some. "Stand or I'll make you." he moved then off the slave and towards a tree, though his eyes stayed on the slave. "Hunt down the root and something to make sure your leg heals no pain reliefs though, or I'll make sure u know what my teeth really are for." cold, uncaring. That was him in the moment. Only when Sugusik moved would Bahamut move, and it would be to follow. Should the other run, mut was prepared to chase. Walk, "Talk", Think As I choke you to death

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