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Wolf's Fight [Degu x BoxFox]

Degusaurusrex

Degusaurusrex

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It was cold, and everything hurt. The blood had caked to her skin hours ago when they'd drug her from the ring broken and bleeding to inspect her, wiping her wounds harshly and with no care for the growls of pain it elicited from the injured lycan. All they cared about was determining if she was worth anything anymore, if she could return to the ring once her torn shoulder was patched and healed with a few days time. They didn't care about the numerous bruises marring her toned body, or the ribs that may or may not have been broken upon impact from the large lycan that had smashed her into the ground. They didn't care about the dirt that had embedded itself into the multiple lacerations, or the way that she screamed when they twisted her shoulder about and the muscles screamed in agony and pulsed blood outward until it soaked through the dirty sheet they'd lain her on. No, the handlers only cared about whether or not she could fight again, and after some time of deliberation they had decided she was useless. Her shoulder had been cut too deep into muscle and limited her mobility, providing a less than positive outlook for a future inside the ring fighting for her life and keep.

Walking was a venture despite the lack of broken bones in her long legs, her body battered and beaten to the point that she had passed out multiple times during their inspection and makeshift bandaging of her wounds. The fact that they hadn't simply killed her yet was testament to their greed, to their desire to make every single penny off her existence that they possibly could before her demise. Instead of putting the fever ridden woman out of her misery, they left her to rot in her cage, half covered by a blanket with her shoulder bandaged and her body hosed off just enough to make her not smell like a farm if anyone chose to purchase her. Her clothes, tattered as they were, covered the essentials and kept her from being presented as nothing more than a whore, although the gnashing teeth and pointed ears had already deterred several humans who had initially expressed interesting in purchasing her as such.

"Alright, get your ass up, you filthy mutt." How many days had it been since her last fight? Two? Three? Between the fact that she was locked in a dark cage and the fever from her wounds taking over her mind, the lycan still wasn't sure what was going on, only that the door was banging loudly against the wall and she was being yanked to her feet. Metal around her wrists as they were forced in front of her, a chain leading to the collar around her neck as they pulled her none too gently out of the cage and down the hall toward the growing light of the building. It was bright after so long spent in the dark, her eyes narrowing into little slits as she snarled and yanked at the chains they had bound her with in anticipation of any fight she would put up.

"Where the fuck's the syringe? You should have done it in the cage, boy, you know better. You can't trust these dogs not to fight the hand that feeds them." An interesting choice of words considering they hadn't fed her since her final fight and tumble. "Atta boy, right in the neck, anywhere you want as long as all of it goes in..." The words had become jumbled near the end of the sentence and she swayed, blinking to try and clear the haze as the sedative took effect and the rest of the day became a haze.

There was a vehicle, cold metal against her back as she was placed in the back and the door slammed shut. There were bumpy roads, curses from the front at unfortunately timed lights as the vehicle jolted to a stop multiple times during their travel. It was enough to make anyone lose the contents of their stomach, and had there been anything in there for her to lose she might have done that just to spite them, but she was left curled in the back of the transport for the entirety of the ride until arrival.

"Fuckin' finally. Go knock on the door and let the bastard know his purchase is here." Chains rattled, the door opened and she was being yanked out and up toward a house, her eyes glazed as she struggled to focus on any details other than the man that was currently holding her in chains as he knocked on the door. Bloody hell, they hadn't even put shoes on her, the cold was seeping into her skin as she stood in the snow covered ground awaiting an answer.

"Goddamn beast. Should just leave you here in the snow until he opens the door and let him deal with ya."
 
The thought of using lycans to fight each other was an unsettling thought to some, but they were often overshadowed by those that hated, or feared the powers of the lycans. The vampire had seen an ad for a lycan, and browsed over the details for a couple of minutes, once he noticed the price he couldn't say no to her. So with that, he got in contact and paid for her with a bit of interest, to make sure they got her to his home as fast as they could. With that he got to work making some preparations for her, and decided to get them ready as fast as possible. He knew she was injured, and knew that they likely didn't care for her too much due to the cheap price, so he had one of his rooms prepared in advance with medical supplies. He didn't know exactly what condition to expect, but was ready for just about anything. So he simply waited, until she arrived.

His ears twitch some as he hears a vehicle pull up in front of his house, slowly standing up from his couch, he makes his way towards rhe window to look out. He watches as the man drags the poor woman through the snow, a look of distaste covering his face quickly. Though, after a moment he shakes his head and makes his way towards the door, reaching down he opens the door and looks out at the man. "Good evening.. Thank you, I believe you already received the payment and everything right? Just give me the keys to her chains, and then you can leave.." His mismatched eyes stared at the man for a brief moment, basically snatching the keys away from him, with his other hand he grabs onto the chain and slowly pulls the woman inside, abruptly closing the door on the mans face. "I thought I paid extra so they would've taken care of you better.. didn't expect them to bring you here in such a state.." He let's out a soft sigh, before shaking his head side to side for a brief moment. "Oh right, let me get these chains off.. Don't try anything alright?" He shows her a soft smile, flashing his teeth at her, if she was aware enough she would notice his fangs peeking out at her.

With that, he slowly kneels down in front of her, a moment later she could feel the heat of his fingers as he trailed down along her calves, a moment later the shackles around her coming loose, before finally being pulled away entirely. "There we are.." He says softly to her as he stands back up, he takes a step back before gesturing for her to follow him. "Come on, let's get those wounds of yours looked out.." With that, he starts to lead her through the house, the walls were rather blank no any pictures or signs, but there were quite a few book shelves that were littered with books. Though, that would most likely be the least of her worries. If he was lucky, she would follow him without any issue, he didn't wish to fight with her but he had to make sure she was treated properly especially with her wounds.
 
The jingle of the keys caught her attention briefly as one sloped ear twitched, her head tilting slightly as the handler's hands left her person and were traded for a pair that took hold of her chains and pulled her out of the snow. The door shutting brought an involuntary jump from her as her hazy brain accounted for the fact that she was being closed inside somewhere, although this somewhere proved to be far more spacious than any cell she had ever been kept in. She merely gave him a dazed look at his commentary, half hearing the words he was saying but finding them appearing to be so distant she had to strain to make out the actual sentences.

The sight of fangs peeking out from behind his lips was enough to make her tense up as he knelt down before her, her entire body rigid but trembling simultaneously as she adjusted to the sudden change in temperature from the frigid cold to the warmth of his home. This wasn't a human who had bought her, but she couldn't quite parse out what he was by the sight of fangs along. Her sense of smell was dulled, and she found that trying to smell through the scent of her own blood and dirt proved troublesome and revealed nothing aside from his lack of humanity.

The fingers trailing over her legs made her jolt slightly as she stood there, listening to the shackles coming loose before the cold metal disappeared from her flesh entirely. That left only the collar that she wore to prevent her from shifting into her lupine form, keeping her on two unsteady legs as she was instructed to follow him through the house. The first step was hesitant and she nearly stumbled, the second still shaky and uncertain but made all the same as she limped slowly after him. It was only after a handful of steps that she paused, looking around and trying to clear her blurry vision was rapid blinking as she scented the air uncertainly. Was he leading her to another room to lock her up like her handlers would have?
 
He caught onto her jumping at the sound of the door closing, as well as her trembling due to how cold it was outside. He couldn't help but shake his head some as he stood there for a brief moment, before guiding her to another room. He opened the door in front of her and stepped inside, it seemed like a normal room, a double wide bed, some dressers, even a window that had no sort of reinforcement, meaning she could escape if she really wanted to try it. Though, he gestures for her to follow him, before pointing to a chair near the window, behind it was a small cabinet, along with a table that had some bandages and alcohol on it. "If you wouldn't mind sitting down, I would like to see how bad your shoulder is, and if I'll need to actually have someone perform on you..." He shows her a small smile as he makes his way behind the chair, his mismatched eyes going over to her, he knew it would be quite a shock to her system to deal with everything at once so he decided to take it little by little.

"Don't worry, I'm not going to chain you up somewhere, or force you into a cage... I'm not particularly into that sort of stuff.." He chuckles softly as his own joke, before shaking his head. He turns his back to her, and faces the cabinet, opening it up revealed a wide array of medical supplies, from pain killers, to simple gauze and bandages. He starts to hum softly to himself as he pulls out some more bandages, as well as some towels onto the table. Though, he snaps his fingers realizing he had forgot something, with that he closes the cabinet and moves past her. Disappearing down the hallway, only to reappear a couple of minutes later holding a tray of hot water, which he places onto the table as well. "Alright let's get started.." With that he sets a towel into the hot water to soak, before turning towards her, she could feel the heat of his fingers running along her shoulder lightly, easily peeking her old bandages off. Once he got them completely off, he started to tend to the wound, using the first towel to clean off any dirt or dried up blood.
 
The room he was leading her to must have been his. She could vaguely make out the shape of a bed and it made her rumble with disapproval, leaving her lingering in the doorway before she remembered that he had the remote to the collar that could send her crumpling to the ground in pain. Better to obey and see what was to become of her first, the sedative was going to take some time to wear off before she could properly function and try to plot an escape.

"What?" Her voice was raspy, tired, when she finally spoke, and it was clear by her posture that she was unsure how to respond to his way of speaking. It implied she had a choice in the matter, something she knew full well must have been a trick to test her obedience. Lycans didn't get choices, and they certainly didn't get choices when it came to comfort things. With that in mind, and a slight sway to her step still, she crossed the room and sank down into the chair with wide eyes that were constantly darting around.

Her only response to his odd comment of not chaining or locking her up was a soft snort of disbelief. She knew better than to directly backtalk when in a vulnerable position like this, and unless she wanted her wounds to be the least of her current worries, she'd do well to simply sit and shut up while he took a peek at her. Even his humming was strange, the sound lingering momentarily when he left the room to retrieve something, and giving her the opportunity to take into view everything around her. The best she could, anyway, it was still like looking through a cloudy lens when she tried to focus on anything.

The fingers that coasted over her skin upon his return made her jump again, sharp teeth sinking into her lower lip to stifle the snarl that was building up in reaction to the unwanted touch. The bandages offered no resistance under the strength of his pull, although they tugged and tore at the top layer of skin when being removed from the lacerations hidden beneath. Two out of the four weren't much worse than surface level, deep enough to draw blood but not enough to damage anything permanently. The other two claw marks had dug wickedly deep and been the end of her fighting career, still littered with bits of dirt and dried blood that had started an infection and fever alike.

The feel of the cloth pressing deep enough to properly clean was what allowed the first snarl to loudly voice itself, her hands grabbing for the side of the chair in order to give her something to center on, something to distract her from the white-hot pain tearing through her upper body.
 
His ears twitch slightly as he heard her snarl, a soft sigh escaping his lips as he pulls away, setting the towel into the warm water briefly. With that he turns back towards the cabinet, humming softly to himself as he opens it up and pulls out q bottle of pain killers, as well as a surgical staple gun. He the gun onto the table, before opening the bottle, grabbing a couple pills then putting the bottle away. "Here, you may want to take these, unless you want to snarl, whine and all that while im patching you up?" He shows her a small smile as he reaches down, gently pulling one of her handa up, and dropping the pills into the palm of her hand. "This will help with the pain, once im done i have some medication for the infection as well.."

With that he picks the other towel up, this one he poured some alcohol onto to disinfect her wounds. A soft hum escaped his throat as he turned towards her, one hand going to her shoulder, his finger trailing over her skin gently holding onto her. With that, he started to dab the towel over her wounds, each time he pressed against her, the searing hot pain would jolt through her body. "Of course they let it get bad like this.. They could care less at this point.. Such greedy bastards.." He mumbles under his breath, after a moment he shakes his head, going back to focus on cleaning her up the best her could. It would take about 10 minutes before he was satisfied enough, eventually pulled the towel away and setting it onto the table.

He reaches over to the table and picks up the surgical gun, and runs his hand along the wounds for a moment judging them. "Alright, let's get this started..." He said quietly to her, before he started to slowly use it to staple her wounds close, he took it slow to make sure he didn't spread them out too far. And stopped momentarily to let her calm back down each time. "Once I'm done here, you can actually take a bath, get yourself cleaned up.. or you can have some food, I suggest the bath first.." He says as he puts in a couple more staples, taking about 20 or so minutes to finally finish up closing both of her larger wounds. With that, he sets the gun back down and pulls away.
 
Something was being pressed into her hand, her fingers curling instinctively around it as she realized he was giving her pills. Something for the pain? She gave him a bewildered look, unfocused eyes blinking rapidly before she shoved them in her mouth and swallowed them promptly. She was already sedated, already out of it enough that there was no sense in having an internal battle on what the pills might actually be. If they were truly something to help with the pain from her wounds then all the better, and if they only served to intoxicated her more, then at least she might finally get some sleep.

The smell of alcohol in the air made her wrinkle her nose and make a noise of disgust, her attention quickly distracted by the humming he was continuing to do. Was she hallucinating this entire endeavor, or was this a trick to try and gain her trust before things turned for the worst. It was like her attention was rapidly bouncing around when it was yanked abruptly to the pain coursing through the wounds as the alcohol made contact, her nails digging into her palms so harshly she scented blood moments later. It was a necessary pain but a pain nonetheless, her breathing shallow as she tried to concentrate on anything other than the white hot pain throbbing along her shoulders.

The sight of the surgical gun coming toward her was enough to make her nearly bolt on the spot, stopped only by the unsteadiness of her limbs when she made an attempt to move from the chair. It made her head spin as she tried to force a steady breath, her back arching slightly away from his touch as she felt the first staple punch into her skin and begin to pull the wound closed. It was agony, little growls and snarls forcing their way out until they gradually tapered off into small whimpers of pain that she tried desperately to bite back. Showing weakness to the enemy, how the mighty had fallen.

His words barely reached her ears as she panted quietly, nails still dug into her palms as she shuddered throughout the remainder of the makeshift medical care. By the time it was finally done her eyes had fallen closed, her fingers gradually loosening before her hands fell to grip the chair and keep herself upright. Was this a trick question? Hell, when was the last time she'd even had a real bath?

"Dogs get the hose."
 
He couldn't help but raise an eyebrow at how quickly she took the pills her offered her, shaking his slightly as he turned back to closing the wounds. Once he finished he slowly pulled away entirely, he steps in front of her and shows her a small smile, his fangs peeking out at her. He shook his head slightly as she mentioned getting the hose, "It's frozen outside, hard to give you the hose.. The bathroom is much easier to get cleaned up in.. I have some soap for you, but I'll have to get some more stuff for you later on once I go to the store.." He nods his head slowly, before gesturing for her to stand up. "I also have some clothes for you, but will need more soon I'm sure.." He goes over the one of the dressers near the door, opening one of drawers and pulling out a pair of shorts, as well as a shirt for her to wear. With that he takes the clothes to the bathroom setting them onto the toilet. Before leaving he put the plug into the tub, and starts the water, making sure it was warm for her.

His mismatched eyes glanced over at her for a moment, before holding his hand out for her to take. "Think you can get your clothes off yourself, or are you going to need my help?" He shows her another small smile, looking down into her eyes. "If you can get undressed yourself, I can focus on making some food, if not the food will have to wait.." He nods his head slowly, speaking to both her and himself. "Oh right.. My name is Akari, it's nice to meet you miss?" He tilts his head to the side, thinking for a moment. "I don't think I know your name, mind telling me it?"
 
He really was going to have her clean up in the bathroom rather than have her half freeze in the snow, and with soap to boot. Hopefully not the harsh detergent like soaps they used in the kennels and rings, but that was to be determined once she finally got herself to this aforementioned bath. Her hands stayed latched onto the chair for several seconds after he motioned for her to stand, amber eyes watching him curiously at the mention of clothing he seemed intent on fetching. It wasn't until he was on his way toward the bathroom with the clothing that she managed to stand, stumbling at first before making slow steps toward the other room and slipping through the doorway.

She recoiled from the hand he held out to her, staring at it distrustfully as she remembered this man wasn't a human. What was he, that he had fangs but no pointed ears? Obviously not a lycan, and he didn't smell like any other type of animal or even have the smell of magic that clung to the Fae. No, this was something far closer to human, but something animalistic all wrapped into one pretty package.

"Vampire."

She hissed the word when it finally clicked, backing away more and bumping into the wall before she crossed her arms over her chest. The clothing that she wore didn't cover much to begin with, and as long as she could manage to summon enough strength to tear it off her body outright, she could manage to strip and get into the water herself. Like hell she was making friendly conversation with the species that was the enemy of hers. What could a vampire possibly want with purchasing a lycan?
 
A soft chuckle escapes his lips as he watches her, hearing her call him a vampire, he nods his head slowly in confirmation. "Mhmm.. I am a vampire... If that's an issue to you, then you could try and go back to your previous owners.. Though doubt that would care much, either sell you to someone worse, or do who knows what to you.." His gaze turns a bit colder, his mismatched eyes staring down into her amber colored eyes. "Up to you ultimately... By all means, if you wanted you could leave, but good luck surviving on your own.. But, if you can deal with me being a vampire, then feel free to relax and enjoy your bath.. While I make some food for us.." After a minute or two of staring into her eyes, he shaking his head slowly pulling away. "Now then, I assume you can get undressed yourself.. I'll leave you too it.."

With that, he steps out of the bathroom and closes the door behind him. She could hear his light footsteps as he left the room, heading to the kitchen. He continues to hum softly to himself as he makes his way into the kitchen, tilting his head to the side for a moment, thinking of what to cook for the two of them. A small smile coming across his face as he goes into the fridge and pulls out some steaks he let thaw out, deciding to cook some steak for the two of them. With that, he starts to get the food prepped, he seasoned both of the steaks. Heating the pan, making sure to add butter to it. Once it was up to temperature, he set the steak into the pan, cooking it until it was medium done. Taking about 15 minutes to cook both of them, putting them both onto plates and setting them onto the table with silverware. The smell of fresh food would fill the house the moment he started to cook, surely causing a rumble in her stomach. He also sets out a couple of glasses, one he filled with water for her, the other filled with some red wine.
 
The promise of food was enough to deter her from further insults and she bit her tongue, turning her face away from him when she caught him staring at her far too long for comfort. Not only were the multi-colored eyes unnerving to begin with, but the fact that she was now in a home owned by a vampire was even worse. The fact that she was owned by a vampire was worse.

The door shutting was a relief on its own, but she stood there for several moments longer to make certain he walked away before she worked on disrobing. The movements were clunky, the sedative still heavy in her system and her injured shoulder making motion problematic. It was with great effort and several curses and muted sounds of pain that she managed to get the blood and sweat soaked clothing off, leaving them in a pile on the floor as she managed to very slowly, very carefully sink down into the tub and bask in the warm water.

There wasn't a chance in hell she was going to be able to deal with washing or detangling her hair much in her current state. Between the injury and the incoherent state of mind from the injection they'd given her, it was going to have to stay as it was, a tangled, long mess cascading down her back and floating in the water around her. She had to admit that the water did feel nice on her battered body, allowing her to thaw out from the cold that had taken hold from her time standing in the snow. The minutes passed in relative silence as she sat there soaking, eventually making awkward motions to try and rub the dirt from her skin as the water began to drop in temperature.

It was the smell of food that finally pulled her from her stupor, although disengaging herself from the warmth was done with reluctance as she clamored out of the tub, splashing water as she fumbled for the towel and managed a somewhat decent job of patting herself down. It didn't stop the bottom of her hair that had gotten in the water from dripping, leaving wet tracks down the clothing he'd left for her as she struggled into them poked her head out the door to sniff.
 
After he finished setting the table, he picked up his drink taking a small sip of it, nodding his head slowly before setting it back down. He stands there, thinking to himself, he wasn't sure how well she would adjust to him, he didn't expect very much at the beginning. Though, he was soon brought back to the real world by the sound of water splashing, his attention being brought towards the door. "Hmm.. wonder how long it will take her to get dressed like that... I'm sure she will do fine. Oh right.." He glances down at her steak, tilting his head to the side as his eyes wonder over to the silverware. "I doubt she will use the silverware.. Suppose I shall see.."

His ears twitched some more as he heard the door open, raising an eyebrow as he picks up the plate with her steak. He simply stands just out of her view, holding the plate out so she can see it. "You don't need to rush.. Though, don't take too long otherwise your food will get cold.." With that he turns around, and sets it back onto the table for her. Humming softly to himself as he pulls his own chair out, and gently sitting into it. His mismatched eyes wondered over towards the hallway, blankly watching, he wasn't sure how she would react to an actual steak dinner, and was curious if she would even trust him enough to eat it. For now, he decided to wait not eating until she came out to eat. Eventually, he simply closed his eyes and leaned forward, resting his cheek in the palm of the hand. Listening closely to know when she was going to come, or to listen if she was going to try and risk escaping, though he knew she was more likely to come since she wouldn't make it very far in her condition.
 
Were the utensils actually silver? She narrowed her eyes at the sight of them, deciding in that moment she was going to disregard them entirely and focus only on getting to the food. A soft snort sounded from where she stood just inside the bathroom as she began to creep down toward the other room, watching him carefully as she saw the plate being set back on the table carefully. It was only when she saw those strange eyes drift closed that she advanced more, daring to step into the actual vicinity and eyeballing the steak on the plate hungrily.

Meat. Warm meat, to boot.

Her first mistake was rushing to get to the plate, an action that caused her to stumble over her own feet and bump into the table before she was able to snatch the plate. Her second was turning too fast and making her head spin as she steadied herself on the table, refusing to look in the vampire's direction as she hobbled away with the plate in hand. The chair and silverware had both been ignored in favor of retreating toward the edge of the room where she sat, back slightly against the wall and the plate held tightly in her hands as she sniffed it over suspiciously. It smelled normal, and she was starving enough that after a moment of contemplation and a glance up at the vampire, she picked the steak up in her hands and tore a piece off with a grunt.
 
Akari slowly opens his eyes as he heard her move in, his mismatched eyes watching her closely, he couldn't help but shaking his head as she lunged for the food and stumbled. He simply watched the entire ordeal, not bothering to move or really react to her. "Hmm... Enjoy the food..." This words rumbled out of his throat, with that he slowly sat up right in his chair. He turned his focus to his own food, picking up his fork and knife starting to cut his steak into bite sized pieces. "Don't forgot your drink." He points at her cup of water at the end of the table with his knife, before going back to cutting his steak. Once he finished he set his knife down, taking a piece of his steak and eating it.

After he took a couple of bites, he glanced over at her as he picks up his drinking taking a sip. He just shook his head for a moment, before continuing to eat. "You know.. You're free to take the food into the room, though... be sure to put the dishes into the sink.." He tilts his head to the side, his eyes staring over at her momentarily. "Glad those clothes fit, I'll have to get some more for you soon.. Unless you would rather just wearing shorts and t-shirts all the time?" He looks down at his food, taking another bite, chewing for a moment before swallowing. "Care to tell me your name? I wouldn't want to call you all the time..."
 
She would have enjoyed the food more if her sense of taste hadn't been so off from the sedative, but food was food and she was starving. Turning it down just because it didn't taste normal would be a silly thing to do and would make her healing time even longer than it was already going to be. Her eyes darted toward the drink but she made no move to return for it, preoccupied with gnawing at the steak despite how heavy even chewing her food felt.

Her gaze continuously moved between her own food and the vampire eating his, her eyes narrowing at the sight of him shaking his head at her before he spoke again. Why would she take the food into the other room? That required moving, and moving was going to be difficult as she was bound to be sluggish until everything wore off and she could function somewhat normally.

Teeth paused in their gnawing as he mentioned the clothing, and she glanced down briefly before looking back up and staring at him silently. Several seconds of silence passed before she simply began to eat again, disregarding his question with a brief huff before one hand rubbed at her eyes tiredly.
 
A low chuckle escaped from his lips as he watched her for a minute, noticing how she didn't even bother to speak to him. "Oh well, if you don't want to talk.. so be it.." He turns his attention back to his food, finishing about half of it and all of his wine, with that he stands up. Picking up his plate and setting on the table in front of her, his mismatched eyes glanced back at her for a minute. "You can have the rest of this one as well.." He gives her a small nod, before moving away going to the sink and washing out his cup, before setting it into the drainer. With that, he moves past her and down the hallway. Though stopping for a brief moment, to glance back at her. "I'll be in here if you need me, understand?" With that, he steps into his room and closes the door.

The moment he closes the door he let's out a soft sigh, stretching his arms over his head. "This is going to be far tougher than I imagined.." He chuckles softly to himself as he pulls his shirt off, tossing it into a laundry basket. "Oh well.. I have plenty of time.." With that, he starts to head towards his bathroom to take a shower. Turning the water on hot until the room was almost filled with steam, with that he stripped down and stepped into the shower; allowing the wolf to do whatever she wanted for now.
 
No, she didn't want to talk to him, but the fact of it all was that she wasn't entirely capable of a proper conversation either. He was talking quite a bit considering half of what he said was going in one ear and out the other for her, but she did grasp what he was saying about the food he'd abandoned on the table. If she finished her own food she could eat his as well, and that was a tempting enough offering that she nearly did speak before instead shifting and prowling around the room out of his reach. All that mattered at that moment was finishing food and staying warm despite her damp hair, something she intended to accomplish as he finished washing his cup and then left the room.

Now that he was fully out of the room and she had been left alone with the remainder of both steaks, the lycan prowled further until she reached his spot, wrinkling her nose at the scent of vampire before shoving the remainder of her steak into her mouth and working through it before nibbling at his. Who knew when her next meal would be? Better to possibly eat too much and be sick than not eat enough and be starving for an undetermined amount of time.

The steaks had no chance against her appetite as she sat on the floor, leaned against the side of his chair as she finished the last few bites and looked around the room. She could hear the shower running in the other room, the water beating down and creating a repetitive drumming noise in her ears until she decided it was best so explore a bit despite her mental fogginess. Her curiosity took her back to the front room she had been led back in where she spotted what had once been her shackles, her foot prodding at them before she growled and stepped back to shift away from them. What time was it, anyway? The wintery weather had made it impossible to gauge when she'd been delivered on the vampire's steps, and she was so very, very tired now.
 
As Akari stands under the stream of hot water, another low sigh escapes his lips as he closes his eyes, simply enjoying the warmth. He was deep in thought, unsure of how to best deal with her, he knew it would likely take quite a while to get her to open to him. He shakes his head side to side momentarily, before deciding to wash his body. He knew she was likely exploring the house by now, either that or she was hiding away in the room he showed her to. Though, the thought lingered in his mind, he wasn't sure what he was going to do if she did try to escape.

The first room she came to was the living room, where her shackles were sitting on the floor. The room had a couple of bookshelves lining the walls, with a cut out for a TV in the center, there are two lounge chairs, and a larger couch centered in the room, with a coffee table between them all. There were a coupke of smaller tables next to the lounge chairs; one having a clock, the time reading 7:45pm. Depending on where she went, she would find a small closet on the right side of the hallway, with towels, blankets and spare sheets. Of course, the first door to the left was her room. The next door would be a smaller room, it seemed to be an office of sorts, with a desk, a couple cabinets, and a computer. And finally, the door on the end of the hallway, was Akari's room. Surely she wouldn't try to snoop around just yet...
 
There was a couch right there for the taking if she so dared, but she was uncertain of what might happen if she tried to make herself comfortable on his furniture. A handful of pretty words from the vampire wasn't nearly enough to deter her from her usual train of thought, although she stared at it longingly before moving around the room to sniff at some other things. Books, furniture, that was about all that was in this main room and held little interest besides the couch looking comfortable.

There was the room she had been led into before that had a large bed in it, but that seemed far too good to even chance trying out, no matter how nice it looked right now. There were plenty of other places she could hole herself up in to sleep if she needed, a notion that occurred to her as she rubbed at her eyes again. Further investigation around the house showed not only the room she had been in, but at least two other rooms that all smelled like the vampire. One that appeared to be where he slept considering it smelled the strongest of him at the moment, and then one that housed a desk and some basic cabinets and other items.

The desk was what caught her attention most, it seemed a good barrier to keep something between herself and her new owner until the sedative wore off. With that thought readily accepted she crept into the office, slinking around the desk and then cozying herself up underneath of it as she tried to find a comfortable position. Good enough. Her makeshift shelter was complete enough if only for a momentary disruption should he come after her, and she seemed rather satisfied with it despite how her eyes were beginning to droop from her spot beneath it.
 
Soon enough the shower shut off, Akari stepping out of the shower. Humming softly to himself as he starts to dry himself off, a few minutes later he heads into his bedroom, picking up a pair of sweat pants to put on, as well as a shirt. He tosses the towel into the laundry bin, before opening his door and stepping out of his room. He hums softly to himself as he makes his way through the hallway, picking up the two plates, carrying to the sink and washing them quickly. With that, he walks into the living room, kneeling down to pick the shackles up. Letting a low sigh out as be stands back up, going to the kitchen once again, tossing them into the trash. "Doubt she'll care about these.."

As he makes his way back down the hallway, he stops raising an eyebrow as he leans closer to her bedroom door, hearing nothing he peaked in for a moment. "Hmm? Did she really try to escape?" He steps into the room, looking around for a bit, before picking up her ragged clothes. He shakes his head as he steps back out of her room, noticing the door to his office was slightly open. He decided not to worry about it, instead going back to throw her old clothes away. As he came back through the hallway, he reached into the closet and pulled out a blanket, once he neared the office door, he opened it slight calling out to her. "Goodnight, if you're still here.." With that, he set the blanket onto the floor, before closing it. He stood outside the door momentarily, waiting to see if he heard her at all. Once he was satisfied, he left to his bedroom. He happily laid onto his bed, staring up at the ceiling for a couple of minutes. Eventually pulling the blankets over him, and closing his eyes to get some sleep.
 
It certainly wasn't the most comfortable spot to huddle up, but it was the best she could think of shy of trying to lock herself in one of the rooms. By the time she'd even considered that option she was far too tired to sneak around the house picking a room that would lock from the inside, and she was nearly asleep when she heard the door creaking opening followed by his voice. It was evident that he knew she was hiding inside the office, but by the time she was prepared to awkwardly bolt he had closed the door and disappeared entirely.

How strange.

Several minutes passed before she dared to peek out from under the desk, looking around the dark room before she noticed something folded up neatly just inside the doorway. She couldn't quite make out what exactly it was, but under closer inspection as she dared leave her safe haven, she discovered that he'd left her a blanket. Aside from the fact that it smelled as much like him as everything else she'd come across in the house, a blanket was a blanket and she was still chilly despite her bath.

The blanket was commandeered as she crept back under the desk again, managing to curl up beneath it somewhat awkwardly before burrowing beneath the blanket. It was warm, it was as safe as she thought she could be at the moment, and it was only a handful of minutes before she realized with slight dismay that she was falling into the depths of slumber with no hopes of stopping it.
 
Within a couple of minutes Akari drifted to sleep, snoring softly under his warm blankets. Though, it wouldn't stay that way all night, soon morning came, and the sound of Akari's alarm woke him up at 8am. He let's out a low groan as he reaches over to turn the alarm off, shaking his head some as he slowly climbs out of bed. A shiver running down his spine, his house was warm, but compared to his bed it was rather chilly. He chuckles softly to himself as he makes his way out of his room, heading straight past the office and her room. Going straight to the kitchen, he decided to start a cup of coffee for himself, getting it ready and starting it. Before deciding to make some breakfast, settling for some sausage, eggs, and toast.

Nodding his head slowly as he starts to cook the sausages first, knowing that was likely to be the best way to wake her up, he made sure to make cook about eight of them. The smell quickly filling the house, followed by the smell of eggs, toast and the distinctive scent of coffee. He splits the food onto two plates, giving her an eggs worth of scrambled eggs, two slices of toast, and five sausages to eat. With that he sets her plate onto the table, putting another cup of water onto the table for her. Finally he grabbed his own plate and cup of coffee, sitting down qt the end of the table
 
The smell of food was what woke her in the morning, arms stretching before she winced and snarled in displeasure at the pain that tore through her body. Whatever painkillers he had given her had long since worn out after her near twelve hours of sleeping, and every move she made as she unfolded herself from under the desk was pure agony now that the sedative had cleared from her system as well.

Standing was a chore on its own as she wrapped the blanket around herself, rubbing at her eyes before creeping to the door and opening it slowly. Aside from the slight creak that seemed unavoidable with the change of season she managed to be quiet, stepping out of the room slowly and padding down the hall toward the smell of food. Meat, there was definitely meat somewhere in the mix of what he was cooking, and after a good few minutes of stealthily creeping slowly down the hall she finally poked her head into the kitchen.

The fever had refused to outright relinquish its hold on her health, her cheeks flushed pink from its attack as she stared across the room to where Akari was sitting with his food. It didn't appear that he'd actually eaten any of it yet, and there was a second plate where he had put her food the night before. Nothing could have stopped her from scenting the air as she moved a tiny bit more into the doorway of the room, one hand clutching at the blanket to keep it wrapped around her firmly and the other rubbing at her heated face as she slowly advanced on the table.

The water was taken before the food, her hand wrapped tightly around the glass as she lifted it to her mouth and gulped down half of it in one go. The food was next, her hand gripping the edge and trying to keep a proper hold before she retreated to where she had seated herself the previous night. A bath, a blanket for her hiding spot under the desk, and now more food the following day. What exactly was this vampire's game?
 
Akari's ears twitched as he heard the slight creak, a small smile coming across his face as he heard her creeping out of the room and towards the kitchen. "Good morning.. Sleeping in the office doesn't seem too comfortable.. Figured you would've opted for the bed, but if that's what makes you feel comfortable.." He says this before picking up his cup taking a sip of his coffee, then setting it down onto the table. "Take your time eating, it's not going to get taken away from you.. Oh right.." He stands up, making his way past her and into her room, he opens up the cabinet and pulls out two bottles. Coming back he sets them both onto the table, pointing to the one on the left. "That's your pain killers, best if you take too in the morning to help with the pain." He then points to the second bottle. "This is antibiotics.." Hs opens the bottle and shows them to her. "This will help with your fever and infection, just take one in the morning and evening.."

With that, he picks up her glass going into the kitchen to refill it before setting it back where it was. A low hum escaped his lips as he made his way back to his seat, sitting down gently as he starts to eat his food. His mismatched eyes occasionally glanced over to her, observing her for a couple moments; before finally going back to his food. "If you are still hungry, I can make some more.. Just have to ask.." He says this, before taking another sip of his coffee, continuing to slowly eat his eggs and toast.
 
Her head snapped up when he vacated the table in search of something, watching him disappear down the hall only to come back a minute later with two bottles and put them on the table. Her expression changed from concentrated between bites to complete confusion as he explained the purpose of what each bottle helped, even when he opened them and showed her the pills that were lying inside. She was supposed to take a bunch of pills? Everything she'd received before had mainly been in the form of a shot or an IV line, so being told that she needed to take pills was something she was entirely unfamiliar with, and her expression said as much.

Instead of going for either bottle sitting on the table she returned to eating, looking up at him between bites and forsaking any proper manners in favor of shoveling all the food in her mouth before it could disappear. Her water had been replenished during that time but still remained on the table, and she eyed it but made no move to go for it until her plate was completely clear and she hesitantly crept toward the table.

The plate clattered as she set it down on the tabletop and took the water, backtracking several feet and watching him as she sipped at it slowly. Compared to how she'd been treated the previous days since her career ending injury, this was far beyond the scope of unfamiliarity and she was just waiting for something to tear apart this carefully made facade.

"Why?" She finally spoke as she pointed toward the bottles on the table. "Why it matter?"
 
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