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The Hunt (tatcon and Rayn_Chain)

"The concept of fate was created in such a way as that we can't comprehend how it works, or what the future might hold based on the fact we haven't made the decisions that will affect it. So realistically, you may be free tomorrow, based on the decisions your master makes." He said basically, spouting off a little bit of brain musing because it's what her reply made him think of. He would keep gently stroking behind her ear, like a pet owner to his cat, but hand would venture off somewhat into her hair, fingers mesmerized by the soft texture and her reaction. It was a point of curiousity as he looked down at her, just watching her movements, reactions and body language as he did this.
 
Feeling his hand still petting her she was rather surprised and looked up at him with a smile, “You think too much, and analyze everything that happens, doesn’t it take the excitement out of life, what is the point of everything if you already know what is going to happen from over analyzing?” She asked leaning her head a little, her purring a little louder, blushing a little when he touched her hair since her thoughts were else where. Feeling her cheeks go red she tried to hide it by turning her face away from him away a little, but still allowing him to pet her ears. She normally didn’t like feeling like a pet cat, but this didn’t bother her as much as it usually did. Her hands gripped her skirt gentle trying to keep her concentration on his hand on her ears and hair.
 
"Can't say I know everything that is going to happen as a result of over analyzing, I just know certain possibilities. It's the fact of my life, quite like you, one that wasn't chosen by me. But we live and learn and accept that fate until we make the decision to change it. Excitement is not something I seek in my life, the thrill of the hunt finds me and I accept the challenge readily. That is my excitement, there is no prediction there." He replied as he threaded his fingers through her hair again.

Soren had never really been the one to be caught out by his curiousities and thoughts, having for the most part been able to remain behind the soldier exterior, but situations such as this had never lasted quite so long, so it was with some surprise that he would find himself crouching down in front of her, moving his other hand into her hair as well as he tilted her head up so he could look more fully into her eyes, before quite strangely placing a kiss on her lips for a moment, assuming she wouldn't move away from it.
 
Listening to him she shrugged, “I suppose living the life that I did I want excitement, and to be contained and kept down just made me want out of that place more, to be forced into the life I was, always degraded and humiliated.” She said, trailing off as she looked up at him realizing that he was down to her level again but something felt different this time to her. As he leaned in and kissed her soft lips her eyes widened, not expecting such a thing. But she did not pull away from him, instead she accepted the kiss from him, her already bright shade of red turning even more red as she looked up at him wondering what he made him do this, and why. So much ran through her head, questions and unsure emotions, wondering what she should do.
 
He would only hold her in the kiss for a moment, before pulling away and standing up once more, walking away towards the back of the room as he had his chin clutched in his hand. He would turn to lean up against the sadly damaged wall, looking between her and the front door as he caught himself in a deep contemplation.

"From the outside the only major difference is your ears, your tail, and your eyes. But I can tell that your lips, your taste, your reactions are all human. Which leads me to ask the question, what is it about you that beckons you to slavery as we seem fit?" He said flatly, as he looked away towards the window for a short moment before looking back to her. "You're coming with me. I can deal with any hunter your foolish master will send to retrieve you. But logically speaking he has no right to own you for his failures as a man and a master." A rather blunt and bold statement, to be sure, still delivered in his emotionally dead manner, but there was a dedication to it that was unshakable.
 
When he pulled away she wasn’t sure what to say or how to react, she wasn’t force into kissing him so this was a different experience than what she was use to at the mansion, and upon hearing his words she smiled, happy that he thought that about her. But her heart skipped a beat when he said that she would be staying with him instead, she wondered what was going to be done about her master, or if he planned on just leaving the man alone. “But, what about your fraternity, they wouldn’t allow you to take me with you or let you keep me, would they?” She asked, wondering how he was going to plan this out. Not wanting him to get in trouble with the others at his fraternity since the nano machines could kill him if that is what those people chose.
 
"The code of honour which is programmed into the nanomachines, and exists between everyone in my guild is designed to make sure we do not kill unnecessarily, and we do not kill each other. We attempt it, the nanomachines will severe our brainway connections and make sure we die. So in that respect, I have nothing to fear from them should I go and do as I will. Though we are a fraternity, we are independent...for you cannot always expect sociopath to stay rigid to a collection of people they have no particular care for." He answered, crossing his arms over his chest lightly, looking over at her again.

"And if I was to keep you, would you feel it in your best interest to be my pet?" He asked blankly, wanting her to think of the answer instead of just saying yes to get away from her current master.
 
Once she had listened to his explanation she was rather surprised to hear how their fraternity worked and that he was somewhat allowed to have things the way he pleased. “I see, so you are not stuck in like a dorm with bunk mates in a college?” She asked, now curious as to his living and where he stayed, she had never really heard much about these people other than that they did there job and well.

Once he asked the question she actually thought about the pros and cons of being this man’s pet, weighing everything in her mind, knowing that he was a dangerous person as well as some of the people around, but she figured it couldn’t be worse than at the mansion, some how she noticed he was different from her current master, at least from what she saw when he reacted to her, the only thing she would have a problem with was his complete lack of emotion at some times, but if she could get him to be a little caring, at least for her, even if it just meant as his pet she saw this as a better road than any so far. “I think it would be in my best interest, despite what little bit I do know about you and how dangerous you can be and how dangerous it would be around you, I actually would not mind belonging to you.” She admitted truthfully.
 
"No. That's only when we're in training. After that, it's rare we even see each other again. Not that there are all that many to speak of." He answered, before listening to her next answer to his question, to which he nodded lightly. "Alright then. Let's go." He said, stepping towards the front door and opening it before looking over at her for a moment. "These hunters would have passed on a message saying that you were here to your master, so now we're against the clock to get running. Welcome to your escape girl." He concluded, extending a hand towards her for her to come along with him.
 
As she began to understand what went on with him a little she heard him say for them to go and almost without hesitation she was to her feet and making her way over to him, seeing his hand she stopped for a moment looking at him, “So… Should I call you master? Or what would you prefer?” She asked. Seeing his hand extended she hurried over understanding what he meant by that and she had no issues with following him or orders he had, he was far different from her former master, now that he took her as his, at least in her eyes. “Alright, let’s get going then.” She said quickly, a smile playing across her lips.
 
"We'll figure that out at a later time. I haven't earned the title yet." He answered plainly as he held the door opened for her and waited for her to get out, before he would stand in the tapering rain, to figure out what their best course of action might be. He looked all around them, his nanomachines taking in the data and drawing for him a map of the area, roughly. "There was another neko village near here, smaller, more secluded, but discovered. They were eliminated too. Not by my fraternity, but by a private military source." He said to himself, looking a little to the south. "We will go hide there for the time being, until a proper strategy could be formulated." He concluded, and took of in that direction, but not before making sure his newest acquisition was still with him.

He would be moving quickly, but he knew she could keep up, she had lead him for a chase before they got here, so she was more than capable of keeping up with him.
 
Hearing his analysis she frowned and gave a small sigh, not liking the sound of a military company killing all those people for no reason, or for their own gain which frightened her a lot. Nodding she stepped out of the room and outside to look around hearing where he wantd to go and looking in that direction, but she gave a small shake of her head looking back at him over her shoulder, "Well, you are now my owner and to me you have already earned that title. In my opinion anyways." She added softly before following him toward the direction of the other village wondering if there had been anyone who got away or if they were all wiped out. "What will you do if you run into the military?" She asked nervously, unsure of the outcome of that type of fight.
 
"We won't run into the military. It was a private contract issued by a mass organization against the popularization of neko kind as more than a sub human species." He replied, the coolness in his voice very present when speaking on the subject, as it seemed to irk a very deep nerve within his body. For the remainder of the journey he was quite quiet, trapped within his own contemplations as he thought about the new situation he had placed him, and her in, and what long term possibilities the two of them would have being on the run from her master. He had a feeling the man's dedication on stealing the girl's flower might be intense, he had found that with illogical humans such sensations usually were, and therefore he couldn't afford a moments distraction, less both of them ended up dead. And with the way his mind was processing at the moment, he didn't want to risk having her hurt.

After a few hours of random stops and constant running, they would arrive at the small village, and compared to the last, it was relatively intact. At least, the small wooden homes near the center were still in one piece with minimal damage. It was in one of these homes that Soren pushed open the door, the automatic weapon he had stolen at the ready. He would check to make sure that no unwanted guests were present, before bringing her inside. "You can call me master, after we meet certain barriers in getting to know each other. First of all little Dahlia, I want you to stand in the middle of this room here, properly. As a slave should." He wasn't making a point of reminding her of her position, but more analyzing, and measuring her up as a means of him getting to know her.
 
The rest of the way to there location was quiet and she felt strange about the silence but decided to keep her mouth shut, not asking anymore questions until they were safe. She knew her master would be after her for a while, probably until he thought they were dead or until he decided she was not worth that much money to spend on a hunter any longer and simply get a new pet for himself to indulge in.

Entering the room she looked around, hearing what he said she turned and looked at him, keeping in mind to call him master once he said it was alright, but hearing the order made her heart sink, remembering that she was still a pet, despite the fact that she was running from her former master, she now had a new master, and knew in the back of her mind he probably would not stand for being questioned, so nodding she muttered a soft ‘Yes Sir’ and walked over to where he had wanted her to stand. Unsure of what position he wanted her in she asked softly, showing that he meant no disrespect. “Sir, which position would you prefer me in? A standing, sitting, kneeling, or on my stomach?” She asked, knowing all of them but she was told to present herself and she needed to know which he preferred.
 
"Standing, please. I just want to see how you hold yourself, and how deep your training has run." Soren said, taking the rifle from over his shoulder and placing it down against a far wall, along with his other weapons as well, right down to the blades, so that when he came to stand in front of her again, there was just his own two hands which could be considered weapons. When it came to her, however, he didn't believe any weapons were necessary. In his mind and experience, the position of a master was not one to be abused, for in a proper situation, this poor neko girl would have to trust him completely and that was something beating her could not inspire, in fact it had the complete opposite effect.

So that was why he remained quite with a rather muted facial expression as he stood before her, and waited for her the draw herself into the request position, as her training would have dictated.
 
((The most common I know of and the one that I have done training with is the form that I know as a standing one. If you want PM me if you would want her in another position or a certain one.))

Nodding she did as he said, bringing her legs spread shoulder length apart and then lift her hands to the back of her head, but not touching her hair, this was one out of 6 that the girl knew and if he wanted a different position then he would only need to tell her to use a different stance, but this one was one for easy access to whatever it was he wanted to see on her, giving him full view of just about every muscle at work and in that certain position she was not to bring her hands away from her head, and even though she was a virgin she would be still for him if he did decide to touch her. Seeing him set down his weapons made her much more relaxed, but his hands could have been used to harm her too, unfortunatly the girl had been hurt so often that she easily was frightened of a person's hands close to her, a natural reaction from anyone being beaten. But she tried to remind herself that he would most likely not hurt her unless for a good reason, and for a proper reason, or if she was doing something that displeased him. The last thing that she did that her previous master had Dahlia do was lower her head and keep her eyes down to her superiors. Standing there, a little nervous, she waited for him to do whatever it was that he was wanting to.
 
Realistically Soren didn't care what kind of position she would take, he wanted to see some of what she knew. When she took her position, his mind was struck hard by the sensuality of it, the beautiful image she painted on a simple command. He had to stop and admire her for a long moment, which in his usually static mind, was a fascinating sensation. In fact, his entire time with her had been a fascinating sensation, and what was to follow was realistically not all that different.

He stepped a bit closer to her, and slowly raised his hands to run fingers through her hair and over her ears, before transferring over to her hands, starting to run down arms, though hands would wrap around her wrists gently and give a squeeze for a second to gauge he reaction, before allowing hands to resume running down her arms to her shoulders, collarbone, passing over the fabric that covered her breasts before shifting around to her sides, and riding down to her hips. There his hands would stop, his soft touches having been used to map out some of her curves and shape, and as he stood there before her, holding her hips gently, he released a small smile. "You're just as human as anyone else."
 
Watching him she felt strange standing there and having him watch her, not use to this at all, but she held still and tried not to show her discomfort. Watching him from the corner of her eyes as her head was down she realized that he was coming to her, but her body relaxed a little as his hand ran though her hair, the over her ear. Once his hand reached hers and squeezed she tried not to flinch, her eyes closing tightly to tell herself not to move or tense any more than she already was. His wandering hands felt rather nice over her skin, obviously certain areas frightened her when his hand grazed over her, but she over all was fairly relaxed during this, pretty sure that he was not about to hurt her, but then again she couldn’t be certain. Listening to his analysis she smiled nodding her head a little, softly saying, “Of course I am.” She said with a soft smile. Feeling his hands on her hips still, but she remained in place. Smiling she looked over her shoulder at him for a second wondering what his intentions were and what he thought of her.
 
He drew in a long breath, and reached up to grab her wrists gently, moving them back down to sit at her sides as he stepped away from her, moving around to tilt her chin up a bit so he could look deeply into her optics, just gazing at her for a long moment, then he would release her chin. "I am normally not drawn to emotions..but you seem to stir some small part of me beyond just a fascination with your feline connection." He stated, with a bit more inflection in his voice than she might have been use to up to now.

As it was, the sun was just starting to rise, and he drew in another long breath, before looking around the room for a short moment, then taking off towards one of the doors. Opening it, he would peer into the next room for a long moment, then turned around to her. "Come on. We shall make a bed to sleep in, and get some rest." He stated, disappearing into the room to look through the cupboards and try to find some clean sheets for the cheap queen sized bed which sat, neglected, in the middle of the room. He would find a few, undamaged and only covered in a small layer of dust which could be cleaned with ease.
 
Smiling she was glad to feel him pull her arms down, that position a little uncomfortable, but she didn’t care, she had picked that one for him and it seemed to have pleased him. Listening she gave a small smile, and blushed brightly when his hand touched her chin, she looked up at him, unsure of why she was blushing, but as he spoke she found herself thinking the same thing about him, and knew that he was the right person to be her master.

Watching she moved into the next bedroom over and helped him search for bed sheets to put on the bed. Putting the sheets on the bed she tucked them in nicely and yawned a little before looking to him with a smile she sat on the bed and waited for him to lay down as well. “I hope my purring doesn’t bother you, I hear that when I am relaxed I purr in my sleep.” She admitted, blushing brightly again.
 
After the bed was made, he looked at her for a short moment as he contemplated her comment. "I can't say that that will bug me at all. It's not an unpleasant sound to the ear, so we should be fine." He said, still quite a bit in his relatively flat tone of voice. That was going to be something she would have to live with, feeling connected to her or not, his emotional basis was rather stunted. However, the feeling would be there for her, he was getting more comfortable with the impression of having his own little pet/slave, so it was with general comfort he removed his shirt to expose an extremely fit, though heavily scarred and tattooed torso to her vision. He thought nothing of it as he removed his boots and slid into their makeshift bed, his hand pulling back her side of the covers as an invitation.

"This should prove an interesting experience. Can't really say within recent memory the last time I slept in the same bed as a woman." He added as a small aside, a kind of casual observation of the situation at hand.
 
Smiling she was rather glad that her purring would not disturb him, looking up at him she saw him remove his shirt and blushed brightly, not too use to seeing a man without his shirt off but she shook the thought out of her head while waiting for him to get in the bed, looking at him she noticed him pulling back the covers and tilted her head to the side a little, “Woman? Well I am glad you think so, but I think I lack the experience of an actual woman.” She confessed as she moved to sit on the bed, sliding her slender body under the covers, her outfit not really covering much of her in the first place so he could already see her slender body.

Laying down she relaxed the best she could, this being the first time that she had ever slept next to a man ever in her life. Blushing bright as she thought about this she rolled onto her side to get a little more comfortable.
 
"That will come. In time." He said in reply to her statement about her being a woman, as he got himself comfortable in the bed, and made sure the covers were over her when she came in. And for a moment he looked at her back as she laid there, and slowly he edged himself closer to her until his chest came into contact with her back, and arm wrapped around her mid section. Something in his mind was telling him that this was something right, but it was a detached feeling, like someone giving instructions.

But as his hand graced her stomach, he slowly traced it out, loving the tone of her slender, lithe frame against his tired and worn hands. The thing he didn't expect, was the upwards travel of his hand, to pass over the material of her bikini top that covered her breast, only to slide under the fabric and cup her curve, it feeling like his hand had taken a mind of it's own, and he couldn't, and didn't want to stop it.
 
Surprised to feel him against her Dahlia could not stop herself from purring, liking the feeling of him against her, but what came next surprised her, but was not unwanted. His hand grazing over her stomach felt rather gentle and nice, but she was rather startled to feel his hand going under her top and cupping her breast. Her breath hitched in her throat as she eyes widened a little, unsure of how to react other then to let him do as he pleased, but she moved a little rolling onto her back to allow him better access while her hand slipped behind her neck and unclasped her top’s straps so that if he wished to pull it off of her he could easily do so.

She looked over at him, obviously nervous, but curious as well, this being the first time she willingly let a male touch her, let alone get this far without biting them. She was a little surprised at how nice it felt despite his hands being rough they felt gentle to her soft skin underneath, purring a bit louder now as she relaxed herself, her body wanting to enjoy this as well as explore her sensual side a bit more.
 
Was caught a bit off guard by her willingness to proceed, but when she unclasped the strap, he would indeed the remove the fabric from her skin, completely exposing her upper half as hand started to gently massage her shapely breast. It really was an odd sensation with all told, but like her, it was not unwelcomed in his mind. Especially not as he shifted himself up a bit to drop other hand behind her ear, scritching softly to see the full effects of doing so, while his lips could do little else but go to her for a kiss.

Hand would involuntarily give her breast a gentle squeeze within the massage, though it was for a short time after his lips made contact with her own. He could tell for both of them, this was moving into uncharted territory, and for once, it didn't feel forced, expected, or indeed, wrong..even with what he had been raised to call a filthy half breed. In fact, that half breed nature now made her more alluring than anything.
 
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