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The Hunt (tatcon and Rayn_Chain)

Tatcon Valdez

Tatcon Valdez

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Canada, b'y
Always be wary of that which is not the same as you. This was a sentiment mankind had spent centuries trying to get over, but it always seemed that something would come up to revert humanity to a base extinct which equated to little more than bald faced fear and repression. To this end, the subjugation of 'lesser' creatures has become something of a thing of status. If you were of affluence, decadence, or narcissism, you would own one of these 'neko' creatures, have them bound and kept as your pet, slave, whatever you so wished, since the rights of man never truly spread to these 'subhumans.' Some of them were allowed to live in their own small communities as they remained ruley and calm, never trying to overstep their bounds as prescribed by man.

Should one of these pets get loose, then they were subject to being hunted, and in the world as it exists, an extensive economy exists to wrangle in these wayward slaves and those ambitious half breeds who thought they deserved better. A small group, dubbed "The Cat Catchers" by the wider populace, were among the best at this task and had earned that praise rather skillfully. Having an almost 100% success rates on captures or executions, they were trained to be this way. The newest recruits were recruited from childhood, having displayed strong pro-human sympathy, and lacking the proper emotional receptors that usually dubbed them to be called 'sociopathic'. Indoctrinated and trained to be able to find and hunt the neko people in their natural habitats, their greatest obvious trait was the fact that all their left eyes had iris' of pure black, a result of advanced nanomachines attached to their nervous system to assist in tracking and accuracy.

Soren was counted among these number, one of the newer members of the catcher fraternity, though no less talented then the rest. Standing at around six feet in height, his build was strong, but lithe, with medium breadth shoulders to allow him a better chance at stealth when hunting. The hair atop his head was a wild chocolate brown, short in length, but not cut with the greatest accuracy and obviously a bit messy from a previous mission. His bone structure was obviously strong from the well defined cheeks, but he seemed a little sleep deprived, dark circle under one hazel, one black eyes. As he walked up to the manor of his newest contract, he was wearing the traditional business garb of his industry, a suitably black military uniform that would show the hunters relative skill by bars upon his sleeve, but the biggest mark was the stripe of red that ran down from the neck to the bottom hem of the jacket, a sign that nothing positive was happening, something had gotten loose.

Greeted into the main hall of the large house, he would be briefed on his newest charge, a neko girl who had done the usual and escaped...
 
Having been badly abused by her former master Dahlia had bitten the man and run while she could from the mansion. She had a head start since her master had to go and get his hand healed and had just called the fraternity for help catching the girl. She had run away purely because the girl was a virgin and her sick master wished to deflower her, and frightened of this she lashed out and in fear she ran. So of course her master wanted her back alive, as unharmed as possible and still with her virginity in tacked so he could take it from her and beat her as punishment. And being still a virgin that meant she was worth a lot to him so he hired the best.

Dahlia’s legs pumped as she ran hard and fast, a rather small girl, but agile and skilled in gymnastics from child hood, so instead of merely running on the ground she also took to the trees avoiding leaving any trail that she could, but she knew in time the hunter he sent would find her. Hopping down from the tree she was in the girl made it to a lake with a waterfall and decided she needed a drink, so she knelt near the water and cupped water in her hands, uncommon for her kind, but it helped her get more. She was rather small, hence why her coward of a master had her, she stood only about 5 foot 4 or so, and weight at the most 100lbs, her entire figure was just slender and made her almost look fragile. Dahlia ran her hands through her long dark auburn hair and tied it back again showing her crystal blue eyes. She wore the outfit she had been force into at her home, a long black skirt with slits up to her mid thigh on the sides, what looked like a bikini slave top made of silver, the straps came up and around her neck attaching the chains of her top to her collar holding it up and in place perfectly, her skirt allowed her tail a small hole to poke out through so she could not hide it from her master, and her ears perked up a little listening closely, bother her ears and tail a pitch black color.
 
The details of her abuse had been omitted, Soren's orders were quite clear; bring her back alive, and her flower intact. An easy enough task, the mercenary at done it many times before, though the second task was not always easily accomplished when threats were made. As Soren stepped back out to his vehicle, he would start to drive in the direction she had been spotted leaving, knowing that while these neko breeds were not human, they were clever, and knew the woods well.

She did have a considerable head start on him, and as he stopped the truck and turned it off, he slowly slid from the seat, stepping into the mud that marked the end of the small inroad that lead into the forest. He seemed relatively unperturbed by the muck as he slid himself out of the military uniform, the tight black Kevlar shirt having been under the jacket, while he slipped into proper black cargo pants to holds various items he would need for the hunt. At his hip, two weapons, a taser, and a tranquillizer, around his lower back, a pair of bladed weapons he had fashioned himself while still learning his job. They were hidden under their sheathes, so the designs for now remained unknown, but as he rushed off into the forest, his left eye started making small calculations. There was a body of water not too far in from where he was, so he would start there, sprinting before finding a low hanging branch to catapult himself upwards into the trees, doing his human best to remain up there until he would reach the falls.
 
Standing up Dahlia looked around, something not feeling right in her gut as she began to move again, now to the water fall and heading toward where she remembered there was a small village of hidden nekos or something like the and hoped that she could be helped. But hearing the vehicle scared her, she knew the hunter would soon catch up to her, and all she needed to do was get as far from the mansion as possible knowing whom ever it was that he sent would catch her, but it would take a while to get back to the mansion.

Running through the thick woods again she ran, as fast as her legs could take her, while making hardly any noise, but soon she had to stop as she came to a huge cliff down to a river a good 50 feet or so down. Looking around she worried that this delay would not cost her only chance at freedom. But then again if she was caught her master would not pay, he would try to talk his way out of it or send other cheaper hunters after her and whom ever the most expensive hunter he sent was to keep his pocket heavy with money instead of having to dish out a lot of money to bring her back.
 
As Soren came to the waters edge he slowed, walking quietly and carefully towards the small spot where he could see her footprints in the soft earth, and he crouched down to try and find a trail that would give away where she ran. Fortunately for him, her light footfalls still made a small impression on the tender earth around the small lake, and so it was he was able to launch off quickly towards the cliff, and towards his suspected quarry.

Soon enough his nanomachine tainted eye would pick up her biorhythms, her rapid pulse, her body temperature which all gave away her location alongside the suspected cliff. He would slow down a bit, and duck rapidly behind a tree for a moment, before looking around the large oak to make sure that it was indeed her, and to see what she was doing. He was a fan of the hunt, it's why he loved this job, and if he would catch her now then the game would have been all to easy. So to continue his game, he would loudly snap a twig, and wait to see what she did, a small grin passing onto his lips as he waited.
 
Hearing the snap she lift her head a little to it, listening, knowing to be careful, but not recklessly fearful, she looked around, trying to find where a crossing was. Hopping in a tree she continued, moving from tree branch to branch until she found where she could cross. Looking around she scanned the area sniffing to see if she could smell anything out of place, she had no doubt that the hunters were close by so she didn’t bother running knowing she would be caught shortly, so she continued moving through the trees carefully.

Once coming to the large log across the cliff she moved easily across it and to the other side without a problem. Once on the other side safely she stopped for a moment in a high tree branch to look around and decide if she should change her direction or keep going the way she had been. Trying not to take too long she looked in the direction she would go and headed off.
 
He would watch her move towards the crossing, his eyes following her as she maneuvered into the trees to make following her a little more difficult. As soon as she made it across the large log, he would move quickly, sprinting silently towards the same log as he saw her in the distance taking off in her chosen direction. Good, she wasn't watching where she came from, so it made it easy for him to get across the ravine, and then spin himself up into the same tree tops as her. She had the definite advantage up her in the foliage, he was still human, so he wasn't quite able to gain much distance on her until he dropped back down to the forest floor, and ran after her again.

He wanted to see where she was going, and when would be a good time to spring into action and bring her down. For now though he allowed his tainted eye to remain locked on her through the trees and the countless leaves, as he dodged quite masterfully through the slowly thickening woods.
 
For a while she moved through the trees until she stopped hearing her stomach growl at her angrily meaning she had to get something to eat. Sniffing the air once again she hopped to the floor of the forest and headed to where she could smell some fruit trees, a few randomly placed around. Her master had not let her have breakfast so now closer to night she was practically starving and couldn’t shake this feeling as if she was being watched.

Finding the fruit the tree looked as though it had not been picked in a long while meaning that something might have happened to the village she was heading for but she had to try. Picking some fruit she began eating as she walked, tossing the core of the fruit into the trees so none were on the floor of the forest. Once finished she began running again, not dues to being followed but to enjoy the outside world while she could since she would never see anything other than the dungeon when she was taken back home.
 
Her pause for food was the biggest mistake, because as she started to run again, she would hear a deep voice from off to her side, and just a bit in front of her, and it didn't sound that friendly. "That's about far enough little neko girl. You've under violation of your rights of bondage, and as such are required to be returned to your master. He only said you needed to come back alive, so don't believe I won't put you through a world of pain to make sure you will come back." The voice said, and if she managed to pinpoint him between some trees not too far from her, she would see him, his taser aimed and ready, electricity arching between the prongs as he looked piercingly at her.

"Either you can surrender, and we can make this a painless return, or you could suffer the fate of that small town up ahead." He didn't go into details, but from the sound of his voice, he wasn't bluffing that something bad had befallen her compatriots in the apparently hidden hamlet they had made further up ahead. Of course, he could be lying, she wouldn't know, a lie or the truth from him was the same, it was part of his condition.
 
Hearing the voice startled her as she turned to see the person who hard found her first, but she shook her head, taking a step back from him. “I can’t go back there, not to that torture, beatings, and then knowing what he will take from me.” She bit her lip as she looked to the taser, not liking the look of it as she felt her heart beating rapidly in her chest. “You may not even make it back to the mansion, at least not with me, the other hunters are going to be after you, especially if you have me, and then once they return to the mansion my master will kill them on sight to keep from having to pay you the other half.” She said, knowing her master might have at least paid him half of the money, but once he returned with the girl he would have this hunter shot to keep his cash, even if he had a great deal of it. Knowing he could taser her she shook her head, “Please put that away, I don’t wish to be shocked by that, I just wanted out of the dungeon and his room, to be able to walk around the woods for a little, before he deflowers me, but I suppose I will cooperate with you,” She said, standing her ground, allowing him to come to her, already knowing that fighting him would be pointless.
 
He would keep the weapon held on her for a short while longer, and then she might notice his eyes looking off to the side, before he returned his weapon to the holster. "I will make it back to the mansion with you, because no hunter will get past me to you. Make no mistake I don't say this as a means of protection for you, but they will be dead before their ruin my mission." He stated quite flatly as he started walking towards her. He knew these neko people could not be trusted, but she had shown cooperation at the moment, and seemed keenly aware of the situation she was in.

As he got closer he would appear to be going off to her side, at which point he grabbed her arm firmly and pulled her along with him. "Keep up, or you will find yourself at the behest of those other hunters. Make a cry for help, or try to escape, then I will take what your master wants. He has his rules, but you're nothing but a body to me, so I want to make that very clear." He said, again in his flat, but viciously loaded tone of voice as he pulled her through the woods towards the nearby village, consciously aware that her master had sent out more hunters, and he wanted a better playing field should he have to hide her and himself, or fight them. "And you better hope those other hunters sent from your master do me no damage, or I will have my revenge on his property which he prizes so much," he continued, looking at her from the corner of his hazel eye, before returning his glance forward, and speeding up.
 
Hearing him she watched him come closer to her, not moving a muscle knowing that she couldn’t fight him off even if she wanted to. Hearing his threats and warnings and flinched at the thought of this brutish man taking her instead of her master, wondering which would be worse, but pushing the thought aside she followed him, knowing that the hunters were probably on there way if not already closing in and she had no doubt that they would try to kill his man in order to get to the girl, “Hunter… what is your name?” She asked curiously.

Listening to the next threat he made to her she let out a low growl, nothing dangerous, just offended by what he said, “Your kind really do disgust me, no feelings for other creatures, threatening to harm someone weaker than yourself, and take something that doesn’t belong to you, even the wild animals in this forest are allowed to choose who they wish to be mated by, as well as humans, it’s not right to take an innocent girl’s virginity by force, please don’t take me back to that man.” She argued, but did not slow down.
 
"A flaw of the human condition, of which you are not little neko." He said, looking over his shoulder for a moment as the nanomachines printed up lines of data on distance and speed of the hunters that were following them. They were at a distance, but their mere existence was more than Soren wanted to argue with. "I care not for you, because I don't know or care how to. So in the ease of making this return painless, keep your mouth closed, and we might get along just admirably." He stated, and though the wording of the final part of his sentence seemed kind, it was still delivered in that frigid, calculating manner in which he spoke.

As they came to the end of the woods, he would look down on the burnt out remains of the small village which had once been a neko hideout. If she looked at him, and paid attention, she would feel his hand grip her arm a little more tightly, and his lips turn to a small grimace. "This was a massacre." He said, still no emotional inflection in his voice, but his face said something else.

"Soren. That's my name. It means 'severe' is Scandinavian tongue. And you are Dahlia, neko slave to a rather weak and despicable man. There, introductions concluded. Let's move." He said, bringing her down the steep slope that led into the ghost village.
 
Noticing his reaction to the village being burnt down she herself frowned and felt horrible that this had happened but something else drew her attention away from that and to him, his grip on her arm changed and she wondered what had happened there as well as wonder if he really did have emotions in that thick shell he seemed to have himself in.

Following down into the demolished little village she looked back over her should knowing that the hunters were closing in, and in the pit of her stomach she knew they would attack if they didn’t go past them in the burnt place, she hoped that they would not hurt him since she did not want him taking it out on her for this since it was her master who was the two timing creep.

She wondered if on the way back to the mansion if she could talk him out of taking her back there, but that would depend on if she could get him to talk with her a little more, obviously not as equals, but alteast in some way.
 
Soren would lead them into one of the less demolished buildings left standing, a medium sized hut with a few rooms and doors that could be closed. As he popped open the main entrance, his free hand drew one of the blades resting on his lower back, a short, thick sword made of gleaming silver, holding it loosely as his two eyes scanned the dark room for any remaining life. There was none.

Throwing her into the building he would step in himself, closing and barring the door behind them as he returned the blade to its proper place. "We should be safe. These are normal mercenaries, they have little more than their own senses to try and find you, so they shouldn't pose much of a problem." He said, retrieving a chair from the corner of the main room, and sitting it next to one of the windows. There he would sit as his cold eyes would look out and watch, though from his peripheral vision he would keep her in his sights, because she still was not trustworthy.

"Did you spawn from this village?" He asked her, not diverting his attention away from the window.
 
Seeing the hut she entered, being pushed in and giving a soft grunt as she made her way around the room making sure that the place was safe. Sitting down against the wall she looked to a different window, out of sight. Looking to him she heard the question and shook her head, “ Spawn? You make me sound like some bug, I was born in a womb after all, and No, I just had friends here, they offered to help me if I could get away. My parents were born slave and were my master’s fathers servants, and once he knew that my mother was pregnant they told my mother that I was to belong to my master once old enough, and so when I became old enough to understand things I was given to him as a gift on his birthday, and since then his parents taught him how to try and train me, but he didn’t have the taste for it, he got impatient and would beat me senseless instead, hoping that I would comply.” She explained, Knowing he didn’t ask that much about her, but figured she would try and pass the time.

Getting up she moved over closer to him, seeing that he was keeping his eyes on her so she leaned against the wall across from him, making it easier to see her. “You know you could just use a rope or chain to go through my collar if you don’t trust me and just tie it or latch something so you con hang onto me without having to look away from the window.” She suggested, her slender finger pointing to the silver loop on the collar.
 
His ears listened to her story, absorbing the details of her life before it was important. When she got to the end of he, he gave a soft grunt. "A boy with a toy which he things he can dominate without having the control. Mmmh, I got that impression when I met him." He said quietly, obviously not in liking of her master, which is why he probably didn't have much care for her as well. "I ask because those men who are coming to steal you away did this..not mercenaries like me. We do kill your kind, yes, but not like this. This is just simple cowardry." He added, which would explain the face he had made when they started down to this village. It seemed that despite his cold nature, he had a deep command of honour, but like most things, he was keeping that to himself.

When she indicated using a rope or something to tie her up and force her to stay around, he would allow eyes to first look to her optics, and then to the collar, and he scoffed. "You're not my pet, my slave, my property or worth the effort of tying a knot. Besides, I can keep an eye on you just fine and keep myself safe. Plus, I suspect you know that my threats are real, and your not too keen to find out how little I care whether or return intact or not." Again, delivered in a cold, emotionally voided way that made the threat seem like nothing at all, empty, and there was just the way he had conducted himself to explain to her that he was quite serious. "They're heading around the town...don't want to check until morning." He said quietly, and she could see his left black eye watching along the ridge.
 
Hearing him she sighed, shaking her head as her ears flattened against her head, obviously his words hurtful to the girl as she remained in the corner of the room wrapping her arms around herself shrugging her shoulders. “That’s fine, it doesn’t matter to me anymore, I already know what is going to happen when I get back to the mansion whether it is in tacked or not, I’ll just be beaten bloody.” She said as she leaned her head against the wall looking out a different window quietly, not saying another word now.

She had noticed his eyes and had heard stories about these men and what they did to her mind, making her hate him already, not him exactly but his fraternity and what they did, finding it disgusting. Realizing what she was saying she thought to herself that she was beginning awfully emotional, and wondered if it was because he seemed emotionless.
 
As the other hunters went around, he would turn himself slowly in his chair to face her more properly, taking in the image of her cuddled up in the corner, defenseless and alone. "Tell me, why do your human masters always seem to treat your kind violently. Discipline is one thing, a pet should know her place, but it seems abuse is quite high among your kind. Why? You seem awfully harmless on your own." He said, observing her quietly as if this had been the first moments of silence he had had with a neko before. As he understood it, neko's were objects of status, like a fancy car, big house or a swimming pool, and the rich and decadent always went to great lengths to baby these items, why should a cat girl be any different.

He drew in a deep breath as he contemplated for a moment, before looking outside again, waiting to her her response, since his almost unilaterally logical mind was eager to have this small question answered by someone on the opposite side of the field.
 
Hearing his question she herself really didn’t exactly know other than what she had been told, “Well I don’t know myself, but a master wants there pet submissive about everything, and some just give up and become lap cats, that is what my master wanted, and when I denied him my virginity I was beaten for it, and managed to throw him off guard and run, one thing I don’t find fair is that every other creature can choose it’s mate, and have it’s first time with whom ever it chooses, except me,” She stated, “But to answer your question, most of the masters want there pets to be like house cats, and like a puppy, sometimes force is needed, and being larger than a puppy instead of a rolled up news paper they are more brutal, hoping that fear will make the slave listen if fear is put into them.”
 
"Severe beatings are not necessary to make something submissive. Though force is required is the dominating party has enough force of personality, then they should be able to dominate without damaging their property." Soren said, as if he was just speaking about nothing in particular, an objective viewpoint on a rather non-objective situation. "We have an example here. I haven't touched you, and yet there you are, sitting there like a good little cat girl. Mmmmh...my parents tried to instill a hatred for your kind in me and it took, but looking at you, and actually talking to one of you does unravel some of the unfounded hate speech about your kind. Perhaps humanity is flawed in this respect." He continued, making small observations about her, his life, the situation and everything.

"Assume for a moment I didn't take you back to your rightful master. Where would you plan on going that you wouldn't be found?" He asked her, looking back over to her piercingly. It wasn't intentional, it was just how he looked at people.
 
Hearing his observation she gave a low hiss, “The only reason I cooperate is because I don’t wish to be tazered, tranquilized, or raped for trying to get away.” She admitted, but she ended up biting her lip to stop herself from mouthing off too much. “If I were to be set free I would head to a village to the west, it’s a small community that allows my kind to be free and work there as well as have our own homes and live without having to worry about people coming to take us to a slave market or to a master that we had run from.” She said and shrugged her shoulder, “I can’t say that I have too much experience other than the experience of a maid, cleaning, cooking, and such,” She confessed.

Thinking for a moment she looked to him, “So what about you, why do you do this? And where do you live? In your own house or apartment?” She asked, wanting to know a little bit more about him. For some reason she tried to wrap her arms around herself, blushing at the fact that she was practically without clothing, her top was about the size of a bikini and her skirt had the slits up the side, leaving little to the imaginations since he could almost see her entire body.
 
She might notice a small smirk at the corner of his lips as she hissed and replied. She had proven his point perfectly, all he had done was threaten her, but never one touched her in a way that would suggest he might actually do these things. In his mind, that was true domination. He would continue listening to her, eyes having drifted back out the window a few times as the sun started to die in the sky, his arms slowly crossing over his chest.

As she asked her questions, he looked back over to her, eyes laying on her slowly, at which point he analyzed her, and then slowly stood up. He didn't say anything at first, just walked into one of the other rooms. She might hear him rummaging around in a cupboard, and then the telltale sound of him slapping fabric, as if dusting it off. He would reemerge from the dark room with an old, big, cozy looking blanket, which he quite tenderly wrapped around her shoulders. "Saw you trying to hide yourself. You're not my property to abuse, so I might as well keep you comfortable." He said flatly before returning to his chair.

"I was born into this line of work. My parents are devout enemies of non-humans, my mind is flawed so I feel no care for moral restraints and societal rules, and I live in a small military compound somewhere far away from here. If I didn't, I'd be locked in a mental institute." He answered her quite plainly, arms once again crossing over his chest.
 
Seeing his smirk she shook her head a little with a sigh, seeing that he didn’t think of her as dangerous, at which she really wasn’t most of the time, the only time she was ever dangerous was when her master tried to take her, and while playing the sweet innocent slave she attacked him since he was too occupied with other things to think about what her reaction might have been.

Watching him she noticed him looking at her, making her feel even smaller compared to him, more than she already was. Hearing the sounds in another room she sat up a little to try and see what he was doing, but when he returned to the room she was in with the blanket she looked a little confused, but glad as he wrapped it around her small figure. “Thank you,” She said softly with a sweet smile. Her ears slowly perked up now that she was comfortable with him and her tail swayed from side to side behind her.

“I’m sorry you were brought up to hate my kind, but you know by talking to me you’re opening up to other possibilities, views, and opinions, or else you would not be talking to me at all. You just don’t realize you have feelings for other creature than humans,” She said as she sat up a little to watch him her crystal eyes curious about him now. “And it was kind of you to bring me a blanket, even though you did not have to.” She pointed out to him.
 
"It's illogical for you to be there in what you're wearing without some kind of protection, and it's illogical for me to dislike your kind without just reason. It's not care, it's simple logical thought process." He said flatly, returning his gaze to her. He shifted a little in his chair as he unclipped his tranquillizer and taser from his hips and placed them down on the window ledge, not feeling that he would need them at any time in the near future. With that motion completed, he crossed his arms once more.

He remained quiet for quite a while until she would feel the need to ask his any more questions, eyes drifting between her and the outside world at random intervals just to make sure that his charge didn't make any unwanted movements, and that those hunters that he suspected were going to leave them alone stayed that way. The itch for violence was not clawing at his mind, so if he could avoid a fight tonight, he would.
 
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