Sunday January 18th 2009
Who: Xander and June
What: Finding a new master
When: Late afternoon
Where: Xander's house off campus
Rating: TBD (probably coarse language)
Running as fast as she could, June had determination burning in her heart. She didn't know quite where to find who she was looking for, but her nose would see to that. She had found Malcoda across a huge country of human stench, she could find a demon. It took some time, and night was beginning to fall as she finally was sure of where to find him, but at last she had. He had a home like Mal's, smaller but in the same human style. Panting slightly, her paws wet and chilled from the snow, June stood on Xander's front step and shifted form, because she thought that he might be more pleased seeing her in her human skin. Demons on the surface preferred humans, it seemed, and she wanted him to want her to serve. He was the only demon she could think of that had never tried to treat her like an equal, who didn't try to make her into something she wasn't.
The air was freezing, and June was naked. She shivered, but she knocked on the door regardless, determined to be strong. To be worthy. As she waiting for his answer, the hound got down on her knees, bowing on his doorstep. She wanted to give herself to him, so he could use her as he saw fit. She needed a master.
What: Finding a new master
When: Late afternoon
Where: Xander's house off campus
Rating: TBD (probably coarse language)
Running as fast as she could, June had determination burning in her heart. She didn't know quite where to find who she was looking for, but her nose would see to that. She had found Malcoda across a huge country of human stench, she could find a demon. It took some time, and night was beginning to fall as she finally was sure of where to find him, but at last she had. He had a home like Mal's, smaller but in the same human style. Panting slightly, her paws wet and chilled from the snow, June stood on Xander's front step and shifted form, because she thought that he might be more pleased seeing her in her human skin. Demons on the surface preferred humans, it seemed, and she wanted him to want her to serve. He was the only demon she could think of that had never tried to treat her like an equal, who didn't try to make her into something she wasn't.
The air was freezing, and June was naked. She shivered, but she knocked on the door regardless, determined to be strong. To be worthy. As she waiting for his answer, the hound got down on her knees, bowing on his doorstep. She wanted to give herself to him, so he could use her as he saw fit. She needed a master.