(( Just a quick note, I love being forced and dominated, and mild abuse is great, but I'm not really into gore. n.n; Like, removal of teeth via pliers, broken bones, that's just not sexy. XD ))
Rin was perched on the roof of the house, it was accessible from his bedroom window, if he was careful, and it was a nice place to relax. Well, it had bee, before the view changed so drastically. He was on the hill, over looking the valley, which had once been gorgeous farmlands and homes. Now is was a smoking pile of ash, everything burnt to the ground for miles and miles in the fire.
Ash blew up onto the hillsides fairly often, his mother's garden was buried in it, and it clung to his hair and clothing. Not that he was terribly well dressed lately anyway. With so much to be cleaned, he'd giving in to jeans and t-shirts, and a loose ponytail for his waist length black hair. His mother had joked about his eyes being full of ash, their natural gray-blue coloring about the same shade as the burnt landscape around them.
Today's task, oddly enough, had been his room. He didn't know what his parents were thinking, inviting some strange homeless kid into his room, but he'd live with it. His pale skin was clean from working indoors, a first in several days, and his lean frame didn't ache from shoveling ash or hauling damaged wood.
"Rin honey, our guest is here!" His mother called, causing him to nearly fall from the roof in surprise before scrambling back into the house and down the stairs to where his mother stood by the open door.
Rin was perched on the roof of the house, it was accessible from his bedroom window, if he was careful, and it was a nice place to relax. Well, it had bee, before the view changed so drastically. He was on the hill, over looking the valley, which had once been gorgeous farmlands and homes. Now is was a smoking pile of ash, everything burnt to the ground for miles and miles in the fire.
Ash blew up onto the hillsides fairly often, his mother's garden was buried in it, and it clung to his hair and clothing. Not that he was terribly well dressed lately anyway. With so much to be cleaned, he'd giving in to jeans and t-shirts, and a loose ponytail for his waist length black hair. His mother had joked about his eyes being full of ash, their natural gray-blue coloring about the same shade as the burnt landscape around them.
Today's task, oddly enough, had been his room. He didn't know what his parents were thinking, inviting some strange homeless kid into his room, but he'd live with it. His pale skin was clean from working indoors, a first in several days, and his lean frame didn't ache from shoveling ash or hauling damaged wood.
"Rin honey, our guest is here!" His mother called, causing him to nearly fall from the roof in surprise before scrambling back into the house and down the stairs to where his mother stood by the open door.