The Monster of Le Rocher (closed, with Child of the Enemies)

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From deep within his "bed"--which smelled a lot like a mix of old clothes, the natural smell of various species of fur, and blood--Wretch heard the new master's words. The first ones puzzled him.

"Wretch...Sss-...Sso-las? Yes. Sa-bri-al call Ssso-las. Like!" Part of the pile of clothes made a small, muffled swishing sound.

"But...but Wretch no help. Master say. But...Sa-brial help Wre--Sso-las? So-las come. So-las want new. Sa-brial nice. So-las like." It had not taken the creature long to understand the mechanics of his new name, though pronunciation of new words still proved difficult to master. The end of Solas' muzzle poked out through the rags to make himself easier to hear. "How leave? Bright hurt." In the event that she was going to demonstrate, Solas kept his eyes hidden underneath the covers.
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Sabrial stood from crouching in front of Solas' bed and retraced her steps back to the pedestal. Upin reaching her destination she closed her eyes tightly and opened the lid. The brisht flash from the magnesium was visible even with her eyes closed and she waited for it to fade before taking the key. Grinning she made her way back to her new friend.

"I've got the key Solas. We can go now. We never have to come back. There's fresh air, open spaces, and real food. What do you want to do first?" She extended her paw to him and waited patiently. She almost wished, as she waited for her friend, that there was a way for her to see the warden's face when he eventually realized that his pet and prisoner had escaped.

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Solas listened, ears as perked as they could be under the rags. He did not understand all of the words, especially what she meant by real food. He did catch the sound of the chemical flash, however, and whimpered, knowing it was bright. Still, he dared not look. It was too frightening. Therefore, the paw--which he could not see anyway with his eyes covered--remained unaccepted.

When the key turned, a hollow click sounded within the walls. Then came the sound of chains and cogs turning, as the door opened. Your typical secret passage style door. The heavy oaken door creaked open, letting the moon and stars sparkle through. It was about midnight, and on a half moon.

To panther eyes, the light coming in lit up most of Solas' sanctuary. Bones were everywhere, littering the floor. There were so, so...so many. Over two hundred souls had been taken by one of the most prolific yet least known serial murderers in the history of Feila. There were other features in the room too. A basin, much like a horse's trough had been built into the wall and filled with water from internal pipes for the purpose of keeping Solas hydrated. A hole in the floor on the other side of the room could be figured out from the smell emanating from it--where he eliminated waste. And in one corner was Solas himself, or rather, his muzzle poking out from a heap of striped rags--the uniforms of ex-prisoners.

The smell of fresh air smacked Solas in the muzzle. He had never experienced it within his memory. It was not unpleasant. "Sa-brial? Wurrrk? Sa-brial still here? RRRR?" he called to his new mistress--which until she could convince him otherwise, she was, like it or not. He certainly did not want to face whatever was causing this new sensation alone.
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Sabrial breathed in the fresh air gratefully taking a moment to appreciate the beautiful night sky. Hearing Solas speak she turned back and approached him again. She gently touched his snout as she spoke. She kept her voice low and soothing not wanting to add any pressure to the already new sensations.

"Come out Solas. We can leave now. The door is open. Would you like to see stars Solas?" She gently coaxed her new friend out of his pile. Smiling she slowly lead him to the open door. It was a warm night with a gentle breeze and as she observed the buildings around her she realized that this door actually led out only three streets from the tiny abandoned loft she called hime.

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Solas realized that he could listen to Sabrial's soft voice for hours, especially if she were caressing his muzzle like she was. Still, his heart leaped into his throat when she told him to come out. What would await him there? Would the light be painful again? It all came down to if Sabrial could handle it, he could too. Solas gently tossed his head, wriggling his way out of the prison rags. As he opened his eyes, the light was at first glaring and a little disorienting, but not nearly so bad as his previous encounters. Solas resolved that he could handle this much light. "Ssssstar? What sstar?"

Solas pulled himself free of his bed, allowing Sabrial to see his full form. What she saw would have been gruesome. The creature of which she was the new mistress stood on all fours, grotesquely elongated arms resting on their knuckles, holding up an emaciated body. Webbing ran underneath the creature's armpits, in his elbows, and lastly, between his spindly fingers, each ending in a sharp, curved talon. He might hold a bushel in each hand, they were so large. Down his pronounced ribcage to the equally pronounced hips, Solas' well-define spine hunched over like a runner about to sprint, however his legs were too short to make him an athlete on just two feet, though the feet he had ended in prehensile toes. A short, stubby brush of a tail wagged behind him.

But his face...oh! Solas' ears were ridged and covered in thin fur, stretching up a good ten inches at least. His croquet ball sized eyes bulged, not having enough flesh underneath his skin to fill out his cheeks. One iris was the size of an average coin; that of its mate, however, nearly covered the eye's entire surface. And that mouth, with its kinked muzzle, stretched back almost past his eyes. All four canine teeth protruded as long, daggerlike fangs. The only scrap of civility apparent on him was some rags wrapped loosely but safely around his waist. Solas was not deformed--he was a monster.

But the monster blinked, looking around his room, amazed. "Wre--So-las...see. Solas see!" He howled with joy. "Sabrial, Solas see! No hurt!" Overjoyed, Solas dashed around his room in a circle that widened until he was running on the walls. "NO HURT! ERREEEEE!" Then he sprang upward and scrabbled along the ceiling, swinging from the rafters and practically shrieking with rapture. After a moment or two, he leaped down before her and bowed humbly. "Thank. Solas go. Go with Sabrial."

But as he began to take his first step on his new journey, Solas halted. "Friend! Sabrial wait! Solas tell friend Solas go!" He snickered, then whispered to her, "Master not know Solas friend. Shh." Solas slinked to the other side of the room and felt around through the bones. How would he recognize his friend? He had never seen him before. Oh dear. Aha! This felt like his friend. And to Solas, it was wonderful finally being able to see his--his...have mercy.

What Solas picked up was the skull of a fox--one of his first victims. The lower mandible had rotted away and dropped off. Most of the teeth had fallen out as well, but there were still some scraps of fur dangling from the bone, along with most of an ear. And yet, the hybrid held the gruesome thing with loving care, smiling as he spoke to it. "Friend...Wretch Solas now. Solas go. Friend stay. Solas free! Friend happy?" He paused, then shook his head. "Friend not happy." Solas tilted his head. "Friend not sad. Good Friend!" he murred, giving the decaying skull a pat. "Good...bye, Friend." Lovingly, Solas set his friend down, then plodded back to Sabrial.

"Solas go now. Sabrial...llllead. Solas ready."
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Sabrial continued to smile even after her first real look at Solas. Living on the streets had left her with a keene insight about the lack of truth one's looks conveyed. The well dressed and beautiful were often the ones she felt fear of. Those she spent her nights and free time with may not be the most beautiful to look at but there was an honesty among them that she found lacking in those who were supposedly her 'betters'. She watched this new friend carefully as he spoke to the skull her ears turned toward him to listen to the confusing conversation. Her smile returned when her turned to her and claimed he was ready.

"Lets go Solas. We are free now. What would you like to do first? Eat or explore?" She extended a paw toward him and awaited his decision. She already knew exactly where she would take him no matter which choice he decided on and she couldnt wait to help him leave behind this foul prison.

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At Sabrial's question, Solas whimpered. He had all but forgotten the ache in his stomach, ignoring it to the point where he treated the hunger pains as part of his existence devoid of time. His former master had not given him any food, and at a rate of receiving about 150 pounds of meat every two weeks with no means of preservation, Solas was able to maintain his strength, but just barely. In fact, he was on the edge of feeling faint. But sheer instinct drove him to survive and keep going. Gaunt though he was, Solas possessed a strong will, not knowing any different.

"Master Sabrial...Solas want food," he stated, bowing his head humbly, as if he did not want to impose. He then looked up at her with pathetic, mismatched purple eyes. "Please? Solas hungry. P-please food." The hybrid flinched, half expecting her to strike him, half expecting a calm, cold lecture.
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Sabrial smiled brightly at Solas and noded, turning to the left instead of going straight and making her way silently down the street. "For now we'll stick with meat for you. That means visiting Greshan. He'll have sonething relatively fresh." Her bare feet barely made a sound as she slunk through the dark alleys and streets, glancing back on occassion to make sure Solas stayed close. Her ears were in a constant state of movement as well. Picking up all the stray sounds of the night to make sure they weren't followed or discovered.

She finally stopped in front of a tiny store and rapped on the window in an odd four-count rythem several times. When footsteps approached the door she motioned for Solas the stay close and held one hand directly in frint of where the store owners mouth would be. She had been coming here for ages but the aged butcher was skittish at times abd she knew he would need to be silenced when he saw her new friend.

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Solas crept cautiously out into the moonlight, nose to the ground. Everything smelled different out here in the fresh air. Each breath felt like he were drawing the whole atmosphere into his lungs, rather than thin, decaying air of his dungeon. The ground felt strange too, soft and spongy, not hard and cold. Could he trust it? It almost felt like he was in danger of sinking through, having been used to a stone floor. But when he noticed Sabrial start to get away from him, Solas picked up the pace, crawling on his feet and knuckles like a feral ape.

As they got into town, with all its strange lights and buildings, Solas instinctively crawled up onto a wall and scrabbled along sideways behind his leader--these walls at least felt familiar, so he could trust them, but those square holes in the surface looked treacherous.

But then Sabrial stopped. Solas crouched low against the wall, unsure and ready to spring if something should attack him in this unfamiliar world. Following the gesture, he crawled right up beside her, looking as if physics had taken a vacation. Good move silencing the whoever ahead of time--one gasp was all it took to turn Solas from puppy on a string to savage slaughterer.

"Ss-sss-ssssabrial? Why stop?" he asked, lying flat against the wall.
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Sabrial smiled at Solas before quickly shoving her hand onto the butchers mouth when he opened the door. The butcher was a surprisingly slim fox whose eyes were the size of saucers when he caught sight of Solas behind his usual panther visitor. His paws gestured emphatically and Sabrial noded along as though he were speaking as she pushed him backwards into the shop.

"Yes I can see Solas. No he isn't dangerous as long as you dont scream." She turned then and motioned for Solas to follow her inside. "We need meat Ambel. Preferably something fresh and something big." She very carefully let go of his mouth and backed up to stand next to Solas one paw gently stroaking his head. "Please? And stop now. I can see you getting ready to scream."

The poor man caught the scream in his throat and disappeared through another door to do as he was told. He had been giving Sabrial portions of meat for years now and trusted the young feline, but the creature she had with her terrified him like nothing had before.

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Solas watched the frantic fox, his own eyes wide, waiting for it to happen. But the fox knew how to follow orders and it did not occur. Then the now familiar black paw ran between Solas' tender ears, relaxing his head and releasing the tension coiled in his limbs. It was funny how even though they were in some measure of light, Sabrial looked mostly the same as when he first met her. At least now he could see her form, but her color was the same as in the dungeon.

As he clung to the wall with his claws hooked between the stones, Solas made observations. "Sabrial? Grr-Grrre...ssshhhan. Who? Grrre-ssshan not like Solas. Make smell. Make smell fox make when Wretch scare. Solas remember smell." It was true. Foxes did tend to lose control of certain glands on their ankles when frightened, and that pungency was unmistakably distinct. The funny thing was, Solas had no idea what a fox looked like, therefore his labeling of Greshan as a fox was only about 60% certain. Still, by his logic, Solas had a good idea of exactly what Greshan tasted like. His mouth watered. But somehow, this fur was not food, according to Sabrial. So Solas could wait. Though still, referring to himself as Wretch had been no slip of the tongue.
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Sabrial was greatful that Greshan had obeyed her orders and she smiled at Solas as she pet him. "Greshan has never met anyone like you Solas. He simply fears what he does not know." She had noticed the smell of Greshan's fear but was accustomed to most people fearing her if she was upset. The fox returned quickly with his largest cuts of meat as well as some smaller pieces that he knew Sabrial favored.

"This is all you needed?" he asked her. His voice still wavered and he was speaking slightly higher than normal but otherwise the fox appeared completly relaxed. He kept his gaze firmly locked on Sabrial while he spoke. Refusing to acknowledge the creature she had with her. When she noded and took her meat he greatfully disappeared once more.

Sabrial shook her head as she watched the fox retreat but did not comment. Scooping up her aquisitions she motioned for Solas to follow again. "Come on Solas. We have dinner. Now it's time to go get extra bedding. I'll have to make you a bed in my room."

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Solas nodded at Sabrial's explanation. "Solas not know fox, fox not know Solas," he agreed in his own childlike innocence. The 'food' Greshan had provided looked strange to him, but without a good up-close sniff, Solas would just have to trust Sabrial until it was time to eat.

But though Solas could ignore the pains of hunger most of the time, or fill his screaming belly with water other times, now that nourishment was so close, the anticipation was torment itself. Fear of a boot to the ribs was the only thing keeping him from leaping on her and liberating his sustenance. She was his master after all, so he must wait until later.

"Not need bed...Solas no sleep. Need food," he muttered, whimpering.
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Sabrial glanced at Solas briefly before looking around for a quiet alley to stop in. Smiling when she spotted one of the cleanest alleys in the city she lightly tapped his arm and paded over. Dropping the meat about halfway through she backed off several feet. "Alright Solas. Dinner time. Go ahead and eat." She kept her ears alert and sat quietly off to the side to figure out their sleeping arrangements.

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Solas' tail wagged ecstatically at the knowledge it was time to eat. He bowed low, as was the custom taught to him. "Thank Master." The way he bowed before the meat and closed his eyes, the tone in which the words came out, all bore the earmarks of a prayer of grace. Thank the warden indeed for egomania twisted enough to have Solas praise him for his providence, like unto a god. Though now it was Sabrial to whom Solas offered thanksgiving.

After a brief 10 seconds of silence, Solas sniffed at the food. It wasn't quite like the fare he was used to, but it at least smelled similar. Of course, he had no recollection of what food was supposed to look like. Maybe if he closed his eyes, it would be easier to identify. Solas did, then felt it with his fingertips, gently palpating the surface. It was merely lukewarm, but springy enough. Also smooth, like after he had relieved his food of its skin. Well, there was one last thing to test, right? A long, purple tongue snaked out of Solas' mouth, sliding around and over the meat's surface. A sharp squeal of joy came from him as the taste test confirmed his hopes. Knife-like fangs sank into the raw flesh. Tearing chunks of it off at a time, Solas ate in luxurious, fist-sized bites, swallowing them nearly whole. Tears welled up in his eyes for joy; his new master was soft, she never hurt him, and she cared enough to sustain him. Master was life.

After gratefully licking the cobblestones clean, Solas cleaned the blood from his whiskers and smiled humbly. He churred softly at his now warm and somewhat bulging belly, the skin stretched taut below his ribs. Sure, he could have eaten more, but to him, anything he got was enough, more than he deserved. As a show of his unending gratitude, he carefully crept up to Sabrial's side and nuzzled her paw. "Master good to Solas. Thank."
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