IG: The Pirates Pet

[Mange]

It had been a two nights since the words were exchanged, the small meaningless relationship developed between the French pirate and the cold slave. How it happened she didn’t care to remember. Released from her binds to kill him, she was now bonded -to- him. Flattpot and Ukir would be furious, sure she was now labeled as a ‘pet’ but she still had no rights. Hell if she was given rights she wouldn’t know what to do with them. So long had she been taking orders, falling under the cruel whip of Flattpot and the heartless fists of Ukir. Trained to reply, to stand, and just to work and take it all in, Safa felt horribly helpless at this moment.
Her orders were quite simple. Clean the room. Clean herself. And look presentable when he returned. The room was cleaned, top to bottom. Safa having very little else to clean it with used her paws and tail for majority of the work, dusting each board and item within his room. It didn’t take horribly long, seeing Matamore was a charming person, therefore he kept things relatively clean…
Now Safa on the other hand..well she hadn’t had a proper grooming since before the battle. Flecks of rusted blood still matted her fur in locations, the stench starting to go beyond pleasant and to rather unbearable. But why even bother? Before she never did. Just worked it off, sweated it off. But now she had to sit here and groom. For -him-. A shudder coursed over her body as she closed her eyes, letting her tongue run over her shoulder and down her arm.
A good hour till she looked rather presentable, her claws now raking through the massive mane that she prided herself on, taking bits of muck and splinters from its depths and casting them aside. In truth it did feel rather good to be clean, she felt lighter and more like herself. The hidden scent within the depths of her fur surfaced once more, surrounding her in something pure and crisp. She almost forgot about it. About what happened. The sound of footsteps drawing brought her attention to the door. Kneeling upon the mattress, Safa didn’t know what to do. Should she kill Matamore now? Right as he walked in? Defenseless and helpless? Or later, perhaps when he was intoxicated by his own greatness…?
Could she kill him?

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It wasn't Matamore that entered the room this time, it was Ukir. The large Tom knew that the French cat was out and about on deck flirting with other Queens. The Tom wanted to check up on his punching bag, see if she was still in any condition to fight. Over the past couple of days Ukir had begun to itch for a fight and not one of the other slaves compared in fighting style with this Queen's. What was her name again? He never remembered. It had never mattered.

He stood there, one paw on the doorknob and a stern look in his eye. "Why are you cleaning yourself?" He didn't like it. He didn't like his personal items to be cleaned unless he did it or. . . Was Ukir jealous? Perhaps. He missed having fun.

Now this wasn t who she thought was going to enter, nor was she really surprised. She knew that he would have come around eventually, upset that his personal beating bag was no longer available for his use. Safa now laid upon her stomach on the mattress, her knees curled beneath her chest, arms folded as her chin rested upon them, a horribly pained look within her eyes.
Because I was told too Sir Was her reply, knowing very well that he must have heard already about the whole ordeal that took place.

His eyes narrowed at her answer. "Why isn't he gone yet?" Was his next question. Ukir was always one to get straight to the point. He wanted Matamore gone and the Queen only had one more day to do it. He stepped in and closed the door, leaning against the wall to look at her. He crossed his arms, fur bristling at the thought of someone else touching his fighting partner.

I haven t had time.. In truth she had only seen Matamore once since he claimed her as his own, and that was at top deck. Safa knew that if she didn t do it soon, she would be the one dead, and that really wasn t in her plans as of late. I cant do it..not untill we are alone together and then everyone will know it was me because I am his.. She stammered on the next word. Pet Just saying it made her feel horribly filthy.

He opened his mouth to say something and
then the word 'pet' was said. "Pet? You became that French bastard's pet?" Ukir was in a slight shock. He had thought this Queen was stronger than that. Sure, Matamore claimed to be charming, but this cat. . . She didn't look like she cared about romantics. Was she that easily swayed?

Safa growled, her ears flattened against her skull
as she sat up. Its not like I had a choice in the matter now is it? I m a slave, I have no rights remember? You seem to remind me of that fact -quite- often Sir the butter-cream queen moved from the mattress and stood, looking to him with about the same amount of distain he looked to her with. She wasn t easily swayed, she didn t like romantics. Hell she actually made the French one irritated with her corpse like lips. But then he had the brilliant idea to save her from death, to take her as his own.

Ukir was silent for a moment as she talked. "Did you put up a fight?" She could have. But, then he most likely would have been dead by now, so he assumed she hadn't. He growled and stalked forward, looking down at her with a frown. But had to admit that she was right. She really couldn't say no. She should've killed him.

"No Sir I didnt..." Safa stood back as he stalked forward, walking till her back was pressed against the wall and her ears pressed to her skull. "If I had a choice do you think that I would do this...?" She gesutred to herself and growled, hating her clean state.

Again, a good point. "I suppose not," he ground out, trying to fight back his instinct to hit her. It wasn't her fault. But damnit! That stupid Matamore and his wanting of . . . of 'pets'! He growled and his tail was swinging furiously behind him, showing his discontent at the state of his punching bag.

"I know..your missing your chance to beat upon me....and it must be bothering you. Seeing no one else can really par up to me..." Her arms crossed over her chest defensivly, a habit that she had already picked up from being around Matamore. Damned french cat couldnt -stop- looking.

He hadn't ever seen her take that stance before. It would damage her if she started a fight like that. He could easily grip her around her crossed arms and pin her from there. He eyed it curiously and then looked back up in her eyes, frowning. He didn't like to be picked out as having problems. "You're getting cocky. Pick that up from Matamore, too?" He asked, referring to her stance. Because she had obviously not learned that from him.

"No, I havent. Its the truth. You know it." Safa turned her head to the side and breathed in deep, releasing it as her fur fluffed up, tail swishing in a rather irritated way.

"Yes, you are getting cocky," he frowned, irritated with the Queen. She was, and it wasn't going to be good when Matamore was dead and he could dig her claws into her again.

"I'm sorry sir..I cant do much now can I...?" Safa asked in a horribly sad voice, her posture weakening by the passin second. Ukir was slowly loosing his fighting partner, right before his eyes.

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Ukir grabbed her shoulders, forcing her to look up. Forcing her posture to something stronger again. "No. But you can kill him. You have mine and possibly Flattop's protection. As least mine. You won't be persecuted." He wanted a fighting partner. He wasn't going to lose them to some French cat who thought he was a bag of chips and then some.

Your words mean nothing you both promised me my freedom..yet here I am more contained then I ever was before Safa snarled, shaking her head as she looked down at the floorboards. Ukirs motives were selfish. He wanted Matamore dead. If she died while trying to kill him, it would mean that he lost a punching bag. Nothing more.

Ukir resisted the urge to slash her face open for that comment. "I promised no such thing," he barked, voice raising. "Flattop did. Don't ever accuse me of something I did not do." His temper was getting the best of him at the moment. He gripped her should tighter, claws digging into her skin and drawing blood now.

Safa whimpered slightly, it seemed that all the fight had been drained out of her. That she had become what she always hated, and loathed. Stop it Please The butter-cream moaned, shaking her head as she threw her paws upon his arm, trying to push him back.

He was fed up with her. If she was going to act like a Queen he had no use for her. He slammed her against the wall, releasing her and turning his back. He had no more time for someone who was going to become a sobbing and blubbering mass of incohernt muck.

A grin twisted on Safa s lips as she took a step forward, her paw falling upon his waist as she turned him around to face her. Not bad right ? She smirked. Amazing what being silent can teach you can pick up and read how others act Quite the little actress. Safa observed many of the pets and picked up there mannerisms, all to cover her true reason for getting close to Matamore. I cant kill him like this .I d be killed then what would be the point? Her claws pressed into his side, sea-foam eyes that were once weepy now narrowed. IF you want me back. Help me.

Ukir hissed and lashed out as she grabbed his waist. A slash across her face for good measure. "Don't touch me," he growled. He didn't like to be played. Didn't like to be lied to. It didn't suit his temper. "How? Get you out?"

Safa stood there and took the brunt of the hit without flinching. Sure it was wrong of her to do, but she needed him to see that she wasn t that horrible weepy creature that stood before him only moments ago. She needed attention. She craved it. Even if it was like this, she would take it. I m not asking you to throw me off the ship I -like- it here. Truth be told, without it she wouldn t know what to do. Just..help me..

He narrowed his eyes as he scruntized her. "Why should I help you after that stunt you just pulled?" He asked, voice low and testy. One wrong word and he would walk out on her, no matter how much he enjoyed fighting with her.

I..I just wanted to show you that it was all a act..that it wasn t me so you wouldn t loose what little respect you had for me This could turn against her horribly. What did she have to loose at this point? Bringing the back of her paw to her lip, she dragged the blood across her fawn cheek.

"Well, you've just lost it. And it's going to take you to go into Hell and back to get it back," he drawled, mind working over how to get her out of this mess of being Matamore's pet. He leaned against the wall, figuring that as much as he hated her jokes, he needed someone to spar with. She would be spared. "I can pull some strings. I'm higher up on the list than Matamore and can techincally take you away."

Safa wanted to hug the brute, but knew better and simply nodded. I know but..thank you. For what it is and what it means Sir The queen now squared her shoulders and looked to him with the same confidence she always had. So she wanst condemned to this life. Fantastic! Anything..I can do to help .Sir?

"Act like you don't want to go with me. Grumbuskin likes that. To take people away from someone they don't want to be seperated from." Ukir nodded as spoke, knowing that's exactly what she should do. It would help.

Scream..fight cry..? Safa asked, looking up to the tom. Why was he willing to help her? Oh yes. He enjoyed beating the living life from her body. Good enough reason. At least he wouldn t be after other things.

"Yes," he said shortly. "Then it's settled. You will be my. . . Opponent. Permantely." Ukir couldn't bring himself to say 'pet'. It didn't settle well on his tongue.

A sad truth. Safa wanted freedom but if she was given it, no doubt it would be wasted. At least here, she had a bed, food, and a reason. The reason being Ukirs personal fighting partner. But at least it wasn t another kind of partner. In the other pets eyes she would have the rotten deal, but in her eyes it was the best one. Then..there is never a chance of me leaving is there sir..?