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Unbreaking the beast (AidenxDawnShadows)

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loveraiden

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The land of Al’duin is ripe with fighting, war and death. There is no King to rule over the people as each town governs themselves. Laws change at the drop off a hat as you travel between territories and minor battles between small groups of men is as common as the weather. There is only one law among all of the free-men, elves and beasts are not one of them. The small fragile elves, originally from the forests, are bred as servants to their masters, more as a decoration than a being. They take care of the house hold and children while the master is away. Those lucky enough to be of extraordinary beauty are groomed for shows and put on display like pieces of art to be judged. Beasts, on the other hand, are thought to be mindless animals that are only useful when they are tearing the flesh of another beast. The origin of these creatures is unknown, but their prowess in battle is feared. If not for arms and armor, man may not have been able to domesticate these wild ones so easily. Most beasts are locked in a cage when not training for their next tournament, although some that show the strongest loyalty act as guards for their masters.

The town of Furian was no different to the rest of the world, ripe with an arena and coastal trade. It is here that shipments of new slaves trade hands often. Although not as rich of a town as Sevar, it has been able to prosper on its own well enough. But not everyone in Furian liked the way life was. Rowen, a small time gambler and full time hermit was one of these people. He despised the idea of owning another life to do his bidding. He lived in a small house on the edge of town, always keeping out of the way of the crowd. This wasn’t to say he was never seen, in fact he was quite well known around the arena. He had a knack for seeing something in the fighters that no one else could. When the odds were against a smaller beast, he could tell if they would win or not. This was how he made his money to survive, and often would find himself at the wrong end of an angry blade. He easily can hold his own in a fight between swords, and only has a few scars to show of fighters that had gotten the upper hand.

But all of this changed when the arena had a special day, a grand tournament was held at the coastal town, and Rowen couldn’t pass up the chance to make more money. What he didn’t know however, was that there was a special event before the final battle. The announcer belted but his name and demanded he come down to the center. There he stood, pulling his hood tighter over his head as he stared up at the announcer. His crystal blue eyes darkened at the unwanted attention. “You have shown a great aptitude for betting in this arena. Because of your skills, we were able to hold this grand tournament here today. As gratitude from your Mayor and you fellow town folk, we would like to present to you with this token of our appreciation.” Rowen looked behind him as he saw two heavy armored guards coming out into the arena, each with a small rope in their hands. He knew what was at the other end of those ropes, and the thought burned his blood. However, with such a public event, he knew he couldn’t just get rid of it now. He sighed as his gift was presented to him.
 
The young tiger girl was pushed to the large arena in one of the mobile cages the building owned. It was a crude metal and cold, not even a towel had been thrown down to keep her from slipping through the bottom bars. The reason they had given her was that she would be out of the thing soon enough, so she contented herself to rest while she was transported. This was the first time she had been taken away from the breeding place she had been born, kept aside for a special occasion because of her heritage. Her father had been no other than Brutus, a savage tiger beast that has never lost a fight. Everyone that is part of the slave trade knows of Brutus, his children always highly sought after. Her mother had been a rare white tigress that had never stepped foot in the ring, she had been bred only two times before and one time after, Alina had been kept more as a trophy than anything. The young tiger girl had been kept with her mother up until the time her mother was bred again, then the young girl was trained to do what was expected of her. She was trained to fight and obey orders. Her owner had been relatively fair, only beating her twice for not 'finishing off' an opponent at his request. But earlier this day a group of men came looking for her, her breeder paid a lumpy sack off cash, and she had been placed in this cage.

The young tiger girl sat up as her door was opened, ropes held out ready to catch her around her neck if she ran. She was used to the treatment and came to the edge of the cage as two men placed their own rope around her neck, leading her out. As she was led to a set of doors she looked over the armored men dismissively, they seemed to be similar to her former master; simple minded but with a weapon to back up their demands. She followed them easily until the doors were opened and the roar of a crowd blasted her small ears, the half circles folding flat against her scalp. She stopped in her tracks, her autumn eyes stretching wide as she took in everything until she was pulled along by the men.

As she was presented to another male she did not notice him at first, too stressed out by the atmosphere, her tail swishing as she gazing around. When she finally looked upon the male she took a step back, surprised at his appearance. He was not aged like her last owner or the men who had come to get her, he seemed closer to her age. She had only seen a few young men before when they came to breed their breast with one of her owner's but she had been kept in a separate room. Her aggressively frightened body posture automatically turned to that of a submissive one, her legs coming together as she stood up straight, her chin down. Her fingers nervously ran through her brown locks before slipping over her chest and stomach fur, trying to make herself look presentable. She glanced up at the male once more, keeping her eyes on his, a slight flush blazing on her cheeks before she regained control of herself.
 
Rowen flinched when he watched the young tigress being led to him, his prize for being good a guessing. He took the ropes into his own grip, only momentarily looking at the girl in front to then look up to the crowd. Their cheering had subsided slightly but still echoed through the hall. He raised his hand as a thanks before he walked by the girl and said in a short stern voice, "Come!" he had already seen too much attention as it was, he didn't want any more by acting ungrateful for the gift. He could tell there was plenty of coin exchanged for this one and that only made the sting all the deeper. He led the tiger around, trying to keep a brisk pace but subconsciously not wanting to pull her. He reached the ticket booth where he was presented with her paper work and pedigree.

It felt like he had just got a pet dog and not an almost human. He sighed as he continued to lead her to a small carriage. Normally he would just ride his own horse, but this was waiting for him before the tournament and surely the reason would be them having to bring an extra person home. After letting the tigress into the carriage, he joined her and sat in the sit. Letting out a relieved sigh. "So do you have a name?" He asked his voice deep and yet soft at the same time.
 
The tiger girl stood still as the ropes were passed to the man, keeping her gaze down as he addressed the crowd. Her ears perked up finally as he gave her a command, glad at the direction and also to be away from the open area. As they exited the arena she looked over her shoulder, in awe now at the gathering instead of terrified since she was being taking away from it. She kept her pace slightly behind his, not knowing if he wanted her to walk behind him or next to him. All her training was flashing through her mind, even though she kept a calm composure she was frantic on the inside. She watched with curiosity as more paper was exchanged, but these did not seem like currency so she questioned their worth with a flick of her tail tip. As they neared the carriage she expected to be placed in the back, but there was no cage there to support her. Maybe she was expected to walk, so she hesitated when he opened the door to the carriage and stood there as he waited for her to get in.

"But there is no..." she let her sentence trail, remembering her old owner scolding her for speaking when she had not been asked anything. Even though she saw no cage she sat herself in the furthest corner, trying to keep herself as close together as possible. She curled her tail over her lap and kept her gaze straight ahead, trying to show that she would not run even though there was nothing to contain her. She looked to the ropes he still held and assumed that was what was acting as her restraint so she eased slightly.

She looked to him as he questioned her, as she answered her voice was soft, "I was not given a name. My owner called me 'Little one'. You may call me as you wish." Her ear twitched as she remembered what her last owner has said to say to her next owner, "M-master." The word came too long after the response and was said so unsurely that it could have been taken as a question as if she was wondering if that was the right word. She returned her gaze straight ahead, her hands folding on her lap.
 
Urowen rubbed the bridge of his nose at the way she had acted. Not only was she used to captivity, but it seemed like it was all she knew. This was going to be a lot more frustrating than he thought. He nodded when she called him master, although he was only able to do so with a bit cheek. This facade that he had to put on was going to be tiring quick. He hoped that he wouldn't be expected to do anything after taking her into possession. "Well that name will not do. We will have to figure out a different name to call you." He said, giving her a soft smile as he noticed her body all curled up and cornered. He sighed, wondering how badly she was treated before him.

When they arrived at his small house, he tipped the driver and escorted the tigress out. Still keeping a firm grip on the ropes and walking at a slow steady pace. He opened the door, once again let her enter before following her in. The house was small, just enough room for one man to live. A small kitchen area, a central gathering room and a bedroom and bath in the back. Now he had to figure out how to make this work for two. After he was certain the carriage had left, he dropped the ropes and walked into the gathering room to fall onto the large couch centered in front of a fireplace.
 
The young tiger girl looked to him as he spoke, his smile easing her fear a bit. She had so many questions to ask him and opened her mouth as if to speak but quickly shut it. Discouraged with her lack of freedom for a moment she kept her gaze down and remained quiet for the rest of the trip.

She was returning to what she was taught was normal by the time he took the ropes and led her about once more, feeling confident since they were doing something she knew. She looked around curiously at the front of the house, never having seen one before she didn't know what to think of it. As they entered, after a hesitation as he held the door open for her once more, she gazed around, her body much more relaxed. It seemed to be like a larger version of a sleeping quarters like her last owner had. She strained at the rope as she tried to look around the place, crossing back and forth across his path as she saw new things with each turn of her head. She froze as he let go of the ropes, looking around for a cage she was meant to be in. Seeing none she withdrew into herself again, trying to show she would not be going anywhere, but as he began to walk away she followed silently. She watched him as he laid on a large couch, looking over his sprawled limbs for a sign of direction. Seeing none she assumed she was here to play guard now. She quietly took a space between the couch and the fireplace, settling herself down and curling into a ball. Her eyes remained open and her ears alert as she looked from the entrance of the room to her resting owner. Her stomach rumbled softly but she curled tighter to try to muffle the sound.
 
Urowen sighed when he heard her stomach rumble, and he was getting hungry as well. But there was things that need to be discussed first. He cleared his throat to make sure he had her attention as he pulled his hand away from his face and tried to but on a soft smile. "Alright, as of this moment on you are not a piece of property. While you are in my house, you are a free woman." He said as he got up and moved slowly to her, untying the last of the ropes to let her have free movement, before walking back over to the couch roughly. "When we are in public you will still need to call me Master and to pretend you are my pet. However, you are not. You can call me Urowen." He hoped that she would be able to pick up on the idea easily, but a gut feeling told him he would not get out of this that easily.
 
The young tiger girl sat up as he cleared his throat, thinking she had done the wrong thing, her ears folded back. She looked taken aback as he told her she was a free woman, the only thing coming to mind was the talk she had with her old owner. 'Little one, don't forget you are also a little woman. So when your new master wants you to play the part as woman in his home you will.' she remembered, shivering at the thought of what they had discussed. Her old owner had never condoned mating with a beast but he knew some people enjoyed it so he had to brief her in that possible aspect of her life. She remained still as he approached her, expecting him to begin the human mating process but as he left her, untied, and sat back on the couch, she once again watched him as if he was about to do something else strange, like turn into a bird. She nodded her head once to his command, making a mental note to be how she was trained around others. But his next statement confused her, hiding it she looked to him as he said his name.

"Urowen." she repeated, smiling warmly. As she watched him remain on the couch she thought she would have to begin the process herself. Doing what she thought a 'free woman' would do she slowly made her way over to him, sitting in front of him on her hands and knees and resting her chin against him. She looked up to him and began to purr, her autumn colored eyes filled with acceptance. She didn't know much in this art, but if this was what Urowen wanted she would have to try. She sat up on her knees, placing her hands on either side of him, and pressed her nose to his, keeping up a rhythmic purring process. She pulled back enough to give him space but close enough to hear his next order, keeping her body from touching his.
 
He was curious for a while, wondering what it was she was doing. He wasn't sure if it was something she was trained or if it was a natural thing among beasts. She was close, and he suddenly became aware just how woman she was. It wasn't until she pressed her face to his that he knew what she was doing. He swallowed a lump in his throat as he tried to regain control of his body. "Whoa there." He said shakily as he gently grabbed her shoulders and pulled her back away from his face. At that moment her knew she was just doing what she was trained to do. He sighed, wondering if things would be easier if he was cold-hearted.

"When I meant a free woman, I didn't mean I need ... that." He couldn't form the words in his mind let alone with his mouth. "Why don't I make us some dinner and we can figure out where you are going to sleep for the night." He said as he stood up, trying his best to readjust himself in the process as he hurried to the kitchen to get fresh air from the suddenly stressful situation.
 
She turned her head to the side slightly as he made a statement of disease, not thinking anything of his hands on her she kept her gaze on his. She pulled away as he said that was not what he wanted, so she sat down and pulled her knees to her chest, wrapping her arms around them tightly. The young tiger girl looked away, waiting for the beating that would be sure to come, but she would not flinch. She pulled the word 'dinner' over in her mind as she was trying to remember what it meant. She was usually fed twice a day by bowl, once in the morning and the other around this time. She understood when he said he would find a bed for her and was relieved he would finally be putting out a cage for her. She watched him leave, not knowing whether to follow him or not after she displeased him. Opting for following him to play as guard once more she got up and followed his trail, looking around the kitchen while standing in the entrance.

She said honestly, "I am sorry for displeasing you M-..Urowen. What would you like me to do?" She tried waiting for his answer by the door but as she saw all the appliances her curiosity got the better of her. She began her examination of the room, her eyes sweeping over the surfaces of the counters and the cupboards. She placed a tentative hand on the refrigerator, not having seen one so big before, until she noticed the oven. She went over to it, crouching down, her ears flat and her tail swishing. Her last owner had only owned a small fridge and a microwave, so this was something new. Looking over the contraption she slowly put her hand out to the handle, gripping it carefully and pulling down. As it opened it was heavier than expected and it fell open with a loud bang, she ran back, standing up and in between Urowen and the oven, hissing menacingly.
 
Urowen could tell there was still some of her natural instinct in her. Her cat like curiosity and her natural hiss defense. It was the dutiful training that he had a problem with. He could help let out a laugh as she jump at the loud noise that started him as well. He let go of the food he was preparing and placed a hand on her back gently. "It is alright, it won't bite you." He said playfully. He walked around and shut the door, turning the stove one easily and looking over to her.

He needed to find a name for her. Something that was feminine, something that she could use freely without a stage name. "Have you ever seen a tiger lily?" He asked as he put the food on the fire and began to cook the assortment of meats and vegetables in a large pan. He wasn't even fully paying attention to the food as he kept an eye on her, to make sure she didn't hurt herself.
 
She moved aside as he laughed, afraid that it was directed at her. She didn't like being teased but as she felt his hand on her again she was eased by it. She let a small smile escape as he talked to her playfully, that sort of teasing she enjoyed. She still watched him carefully as he approached the noisy thing, her curiosity peaking as he seemed to bring it to life. She crouched back down as a light came on from the inside of the thing, drawing near to watch to see if it would do anything else.

She thought about his question, she certainly knew what a tiger was, "Perhaps. What is a lily?" She moved away as she saw the fire, the orange flames had been used to scare her as a child. She pressed herself against the fridge, the only thing far enough away that she knew enough to feel safe around.

"Urowen be careful.." she said softly, her eyes locked on the flame and on the things he put in the pot on top of it. Her attention was quickly caught by something shiny, the knife rack, and went to investigate.
 
Her attention seemed to fluctuate every couple of seconds which was healthy and was surely the right way to her gaining her freedom from her own training. "Don't worry, I am very careful around it. You be careful as well, there are a lot of dangerous things in here." He said not noticing that she had taken notice to the knife set. He grabbed a small flower from the windowsill and held it gently in his hands.

"This is a tiger lily. It is a flower that growing in the warm areas of the jungle. One day I was lucky enough to stumble across one." He held out the pot to her for her to look at it, investigate it. "Here, hold it here." He said motion for her to take hold of the pot before he had to turn and finish up dinner. He hoped she was able to understand how to be careful with it, but just in case he was glad that he still had some seeds from the last plant he had.
 
The tiger girl had managed to pick up one of the knifes before he began speaking, her sight turning accusing on the thing she held. She placed the silverware on the counter and tried to regain herself, trying to be the perfect pet as had been expected of her. Her eyes brightened as he showed her the flower, listening intently to the story behind it. She didn't move as he held it out to her until he commanded her to hold it. She took it into her hands, shakily at first but gradually her grip grew accustomed to holding it. Not wanting to do something wrong again she sat on the floor and held the plant in her lap. She prodded gently at the orange petals, releasing the sweet scent into the air. She purred softly at her own will, gently rubbing her face against the flower. She had never seen anything so pretty in her short life, her clawed fingers digging lightly into the pot and edge of the soil as she held it close. She tore her gaze from it to watch Urowen cook, wondering what he was doing.
 
It wasn't long before the food was done. He had pulled out two dishes for the both of them along with utensils. He smiled when he watched her act so cute with the flower. It had given him the idea. "How about, we call you Lily, after this flower." He smiled as he placed the two plates on the table and he sat on one end of the table. "Come on and bring it over to the table and eat. Surely you are hungry after all." He said as he motioned for the plate in front of him and smiled as he began to eat the food. She was almost more like a pet than some kind of slave. Which, he wasn't sure which was going to be a harder habit to break. He still hadn't figured out the sleeping arrangements, but he still had some time in the day to figure it out. He only hoped that she at least learned how to bath her self or else he was surely going to be in an awkward situation soon.
 
The newly named tigress looked up at the sound of her new name, "Lily..does that name please you Urowen?" She thought of it a nice name and she enjoyed the sound of it. Lily got up at his command and placed the flower in the center of the table. She looked over her food which seemed almost exactly like his, ignoring the utensils and chair she leaned over to sniff at her food before looking once more to his own. She wanted to ask why he had given her some of his food but feeling humble at the offer she crouched down on the balls of her feet, reaching up the grab a handful before munching away at the food. She thought that since he went to so much trouble of placing the plate up there he must want it to stay up there. Grabbing another handful she sat on the floor, leaning her back against the chair and bending her knees up. Her tail lay out lazily beside her but her ears were up and alert, taking in every noise. She ate slowly and delicately, she had been trained by her mother not to eat like a savage but she was also getting use to the taste of 'real' food.
 
Urowen sighed, almost in defeat. No , he couldn't give up so easily. "If you like the name, we can stick with Lily. But you need to learn how to eat like a free person." He said as he put down his fork and stood up from his chair. He was obviously taking things a little too fast. He pulled out the chair across from him and stood behind it. "Here, come it at the table with me and I will show you how to do it." He said as he patted the seat. He would need to first teach her how to act, and then he can start to teach her how to live. However, that meant that he had to treat her like a pet for a little bit. "Remember how I told you that you were free. That means you don't have to eat like an animal. You are just like me, only with a tail." He said with a smile as he waited for her.
 
Lily held onto her food as he seemed displeased with her once more. As he moved toward her she stuffed it in her mouth and tried to swallow it as fast as possible while moving under the table at the same time. She knew she might get beaten more if she ran, but food was the one thing her mother told her to fight for. As he simply pulled out the chair she had been by she peeked out, the stripes on her fur seeming like an extension of the shadows she hid in. Following orders she got out and sat on the chair if her legs crossed, her hands pressing into the opening of her lap.

She looked up at him with a confused look, "But how could I be equal to you Urowen if you are my master?" She waited for his response by licking her hands clean then running them over her face and through her hair. She couldn't be unseemly in front of him, she had to keep herself well groomed.
 
Urowen pushed her chair in a little so she was close enough to the table before he walked around and sat in his chair again. He tried to remain calm with her statement. "I am not your master. I can be your friend if you would like, but I am not your master." Hoping this little lession will atleast make progress he decided to not get her a chance to comment on it. Instead he took his fork in his and smile. "This is a fork. This is one of the tools we use to eat. It helps us keep our hands clean and keep from getting our food dirty while we eat." He said, trying to explain it like you would a child. He also went through the motions in an exaggerated manner.

"Now I want you to try and do that." He said, trying to not sound like a command, but instead encouragement. He was slowly taking stock in all the times he saw her flinch, or try and hide from him. Noticing that this must have been from years of beatings. And her still animal like habits were quite strong. This would mean he would have to almost completely change her personality before she could understand.
 
Lily tensed as he pushed her chair in but calmly watched him sit down. She felt disheartened when he said he was not her master, not grasping what the term friend implied. She had done something wrong, her ears flattened out, but she would do everything to make it right. She paid attention to him while he explain one of his human tools, staring down at the thing when he asked her to mimic him. She managed to pick it up, holding it more awkwardly then he, and tried to pick up a piece of food. She ended up stabbing at it too hard, the pieces flying apart as it broke in half. Furrowing her brow she tried once more only to break another piece in the same manner. Instead she tried scooping the food, starting with a few pieces on the fork but as she tried to maneuver it to her mouth only one piece remained. She tilted her head sideways and dropped the piece on her tongue before righting herself and chewing away happily, pleased with herself that she had figured it out. She hoped Urowen would be pleased as well, but she was growing tired with all these new lessons. She covered her mouth as she yawned, her eyes drooping slightly as her gaze fixed to the flower. She reached out to touch it gently, smiling at the sweet scent in the air. She remained sitting up right in case Urowen wanted her to eat more but she was getting tired.
 
Urowen could see that she was in fact getting tires, and he felt bad that he hadn't assumed that. He smiled at her and asked, "Are you tired? Well first we gotta get washed up and then we can figure out where you will sleep." He said as he pushed himself away from the table and grabbed both of their plates. He put them by the sink, deciding he would clean them later. He had a bad feeling that he was going to get an answer that he didn't want to hear. He sighed as he asked, "Have you ever washed yourself in a bath before?" Deep down he was hoping that maybe the breeders would have taught her how to do things like this, things you would need to get through a day. But with how the last couple things have gone, he figured that this wouldn't be much different. He thought to himself, 'How badly do they treat them everywhere else?'
 
Lily sat up more as he asked her a question then seemed to answer it himself. She watched as he took the plates and went to the sink, taking it as a dismissal from the table. She stood up and stretched, glad to not have to sit crouched over any more. She followed him over, wanting to see what he would do with the plates, but as he just set them down she backed up.

"I don't think I've cleaned myself in a bath before. Sometimes my last owner would give me a bucket. Is a bucket like a bath?" she asked, pawing at her eyes with her hands in an attempt to awaken herself more.
 
Urowen tried not to look frustrated at the answer he had gotten. "Almost. Think a really big bucket but instead of pouring the water over you, you jut get into the water." He tried to explain. Although he figured she would learn better by seeing. He motioned for her to follow him as he led the both of them into the bath room. There was a small one person wash tub next to a toilet and a sink. It was a very simple bathroom, did everything it need to. Urowen reached down into the tub and clogged the drain with a stop and turned the water on. He normally liked it just warmer than lukewarm. "See how it is filling up like this." He explained while he let the water run over his fingers, making sure it was the right temperature. "When this is close to filling, you will have to get in and wash your body." He said as he watched the level of the water and figured now would a good time to stop filling it.
 
Lily tried to imagine that big of a bucket and how he would be able to carry it. As Urowen led her she hoped she wouldn't have to carry it and was delightfully surprised to see the bath attached to the wall. She watched him clog the drain and watched the water fall with surprise. She dipped her fingers into the water as he did, her hand brushing against his.

She looked at him, "But you must surely bathe first Urowen. Would you like me to wash you?" She could not see herself getting clean before him so she took a handful of water and pressed it against his arm gently, rubbing at his skin. She looked to the water as it rose higher and wonder how she would be able to clean herself if she was submerged in water. But she had to trust Urowen with what she had to do so if he wanted her in the tub she would get in.
 
When she attempted to clean his arm with a handful of water, he realized that he was going to have to walk her through the washing process. "No I don't need any help washing, thanks you for offering. But I will have to show you how to wash yourself. So I need you to get into the water and get comfortable. I hope I didn't make it too warm for you." He was suddenly worried that he didn't know how warm beasts are used to, but he imagined it wouldn't be too different. He said as he turned to the sink and grabbed the bar of soap and kneeled down on the floor.
 
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