The Viscount's Dog (Private RP)

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Rough didn’t begin to cover the bases Sesshomaru touched. Cruel was neither appropriate nor vast enough. He was asked to be silent, but to this, the boy shot the man a wounded, tearful—but poisonous glare. “—Allow me—ugk…--to break your ribs. Then maybe you’ll UH! –have a little more empathy…” Sesshomaru confirmed his lack of pity—but this did not seem to affect the boy. He didn’t deserve pity, did he? –The boy had already iterated it. Unlike a pity-fishing statement, the boy had believed what he’d said. Hearing it again wasn’t going to upset him. Sesshomaru wasn’t the only one with cruel words though. “…I wonder if it’s true,” he mumbled. What was he blithering about now?! “That those without souls cannot feel… Who should feel sorry for who—who should envy who? Even gods feel. Even humans feel. But demons… Lamentable,” he hissed bitterly.
The demon bowed his head in prayer and the boy might have burst out into insane laughter—were he not presently humiliated and broken to tears. “—Your deaf gods cannot hear you here. No one can,” he croaked—his mouth felt chapped and dry. How long had it been since he’d had water? His philosophical moment was interrupted, however, as the demon yanked him to his feet. “UH!” He shouted in agony. There were any number of insults he could have slung; any number of pleads he could have sobbed. Instead, the boy glared up toward him with unforgiving, weary eyes. There was nothing left to say. –almost nothing. “If you fear the gods, then go. I do not care about the deities. Fickle things, gods.” Moreover—he’d never even been taught to respect the gods. It was said—he who does not respect himself, can respect no other. The sword fell at the boy’s side, and the boy used it only to distance himself from the temple—the wards. Once he had moved away, he simply collapsed face-down in the grass. His skinny body half-covered the tenseiga, which aided him none. “…You should just let me… ask you. Then you can leave… I want to know… I want…to know… please no…,” he mumbled, drifting into blackness. Was he dead—or unconscious? It was difficult to tell. The boy didn’t move.

[Rye]

Sesshomaru groaned , why did humans have to be so fragile , what were they made of ; glass? The demon stepped over him again as he demanded to hurt the demon "do as you please , but you won't succeed" he said calmly , keeping his emotions under control. He listened to the boy's self harming words , he didn't care for them but also didn't correct him, what he thought of himself was his business and had nothing to do with him "thinking is best left to those who can do it properly and not those who know nothing of the subject" he lectured down to him. "Gods don't need to hear our petty troubles but unless you want to incur their wrath I suggest you bite your tongue in their presence" he said nodding at the temple.

As the boy passed out he looked down at him again. Pathetic weak humans, seems even walking is a difficulty for them after some battle scars, even so he knew what he had to do but Nym had soiled himself and the great lord didn't want to touch him or get himself dirty , but he had to get him to safety somehow, seeing he had no choice he picked the boy up as though he were picking up rotting meat , keeping him from making too much contact on his clothes or skin. Sesshomaru then sped off at blinding speed to one of the castles of his human allies, the red symbol he wore on his collar repeated on the banners outside as he leaped over the stone wall and into the palace just as the sun was going down. He then laid the child down on the cold steps and retrieved his Tenseiga from his body and waited for him to wake up. He knew he wasn't dead , he knew humans were very breakable but he hadn't caused enough damage to kill him or even cause massive blood loss, even so he was going to wait before caring to his wounds and clothes as he said. He threw off his armour and fur pelt so he was kneeling in just his white and red kimono , letting the servants take them away to be washed "get up. You have forced me to take you here ,now wake up" he ordered , not happy with having to carry him here. He sighed again , he hated humans, so messy and needy , he would kill them all if it weren't such a bother.

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Do as he pleased? The boy frowned and grunted: "...that was sarcasm... I am not uncivil--unlike you. I do not strike people without reason," he mumbled in pout. His voice darkened at the mention of the gods once more. "...I don't care about them. I've waited so long..." He shuddered; but what had he been waiting for? The boy did not explain. He seemed hostilely bitter toward the notion of gods though.
Blackness consumed him, and as the boy lay unconscious, a faint white mist began to rise from him-- a mist that was dispelled the minute the demon lord laid hands on him and lifted him from the ground. The faint shriek of wild horses was somewhere, trapped in that white mist--the sure sign of a grave curse. Whoever would put such a terrible curse on a child-- they must have been the lowest of the low! Scruffed, the boy did not respond to being drug along. He honestly had passed out from exhaustion, dehydration-- and of course, the broken ribs did little to help matters. Dropped once more, the boy didn't so much as grunt when he fell to the floor. Only once he sat alone did he whimper. "...don't...put me down... Uh... mama..." he murmured weakly. The sound of the dog demon's voice drew him from his unconscious state though. In his mind, he heard only the rough and loathsome voice of his father, but as he twitched, pulling himself back to the realm of consciousness, he realized it was the dog demon barking at him. "Uh... stop yapping," he whined. Y- Yapping?! "No one forced you to do anything," he groaned. There was one perk to his curse... and that was that he healed unconditionally-- and quite rapidly. The cut on his hip had already sealed itself... his ribs were now only cracked rather than broken and wandering. That left the boy sore-- but much more mobile. Shifting, the boy turned over onto his back and winced. His eyes hurt from crying... and he was tired-- so tired. His thighs-- wet and irritated, were clenched together tightly-- trembling. The memory of his shameful deed brought a scarlet flush to his face. Looking away from the dog, he buttoned his lip. "...I want... to ask you some things.." He began, trying to change the subject-- steer it away from his wet trousers. "...please," he added. "...There is... a curse inside of me... and I want it gone... even if..." The obvious finish to that sentence was: 'even if it kills me.' Those were words he could not speak though. It made him feel too miserable. To die without experiencing love... without ever being lovingly cared for. It was too painful to think of! "...please," he repeated. "I'll give you whatever you want... I'll do whatever you want... I need... help..." How humbling to have to say such a thing.

[Rye]

Sesshomaru didn't care for the spectral spirits haunting him. They seemed like the effects of a curse or a plage , this boy seemed quiet interesting , this wasn't line any sort of power he had seen before and he would like to analyse it further. Nym's sleep talk was ignored but not taken in by his carrier "hrm" he said as he carried on despite his talkative nature , did he ever shut up?

Once in the castle with Nym lying out in front of him on the stone paved floor he waited for him to awaken. Sesshomaru forgave his institutive back chat, it was only natural to have that response when vulnerable. "You would only seek me out again" he said inspecting the damage done to him, his cuts had repaired themselves , with no bandages or medicine at all "you are no ordinary mortal child....interesting" he said looking over the parts of his body that were exposed to see where he had healed in other places.

"A curse you say. This seems like no curse I know of. Rapid healing is no curse boy, it may have even saved you from death" he said but understood "I could see what I could do , I could perhaps create a consuming poison to counteract the healing but I don't know how it would work out. I haven't tested on something as strange as this, it's almost unnatural , a insult to death and pain itself" he observed. "But first it looks like I must play nurse for you. But I have no problem with that, the weak must look to the strong when in need" he said scooping him up and taking him inside and along to where a large warm bath was run for him. The demon had obviously had it prepared for him "do you mind if I assist you to undress , it seems you are to weak to do it yourself" he said putting him down on the wooden step on the way up to the pool of water. A servant came in and addressed the dog demon who talked back to her in quiet soft tones , something Nym wouldn't be quite able to hear but it looked like some sort of request.

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As the dog remarked that he was no ordinary human, the boy frowned lightly. "...of course I'm not-- I am not a child!" he practically hissed in a cross tone, blushing awkwardly as Sesshomaru looked over the dried blood on his hip. Though he was healed, the boy was still cautious to be touched where he'd been injured. Squinting in wince, the boy turned his head away and yelped; "It hurts!" --the man hadn't even laid a hand on him. What a baby he could be... "Don't touch it..."
He relaxed only when the dog began talking about the curse. Frowning lightly, the boy sighed as the dog praised the curse. "...It is not salvation to live beyond all of the people you care about... it is not pleasant to have all pleasant dreams robbed from you... the nightmares," he whimpered. It was then his eyes teared up with frustration. "...Even when I am awake..." Shaking his head, a few tears slid down his cheeks; though this time not in tantrum or cowardice. "I didn't ask for this... I didn't want it," he hiccuped lightly, holding his head lightly as the dog suggested poisoning to counter the healing. The boy's eyes grew wide with horror. "--You keep your hands to yourself! If you don't know how to remove the curse--or anything about it, just leave it be! I don't need the healing countered... I need the damned horses to get out of my body!" My my! What a foul mouth! In his squirming, he winced once more, hushing as his bruised ribs ached a tiny bit. "Nnh... --Aa!!" The squeal came when Sesshomaru lifted him up once more and carried him to a wash room. The steam in the room was pleasant-- but as he laid eyes on the tub, the boy's heart practically seized. "--W- What?!" "A-- No!" he shouted, squirming awkwardly iin the man's grip as he was settled to sit atop one of the steps. "--I don't want to go in the water! No!" --for a being that had a swan form as an incarnation, it seemed awfully ridiculous to be fearful of water... Vila, after all, had to return to their mother-springs every year... less they become weak and ill. It was likely that was a good source of the boy's weakness at present.
Sesshomaru had offered to undress him, and as the dog offered it, the boy shook his head bordering on hysterics. "No-- I don't want this... I don't want to go into the water... No!" he shouted, eventually reverting to his local dialect of French which was antique and outdated by now. He was sort of cute all worked up the way he was... practically sobbing in a foreign tongue. He was oblivious to the woman, ignoring her all together. The boy hadn't done much pleading or beseeching prior to the little grovel for help he'd made... but he was about to do a whole lot of it now! Leaning forward, the blondeling took a fistfull of the demon's pristine white kimono and pulled himself forward against the man. Pressing his face against the man's chest-- or whatever was at his level, he yanked on the fabric of the dog's shirt, shivering. "...Please... don't make me do that... I can't stand it..." The boy-- the child was terrified.

[Rye]

"I wasn't offering. You sought me out for my help and you will take it. I need to get you washed and dressed , you're dirty from rolling about in the mud while you were trying to track me down" he said harshly as he gradually started to undo his clothes for him "we'll start off again in the morning once you get a good nights sleep and perhaps then you'll be in a more civil attitude" he said calmly , ignoring his fussy whinny tone. "It's only water" he said sighing as he managed to get at least some of his clothes off but the rest were impossible to get off him without his cooperation. So he retracted his hands and waited for him to stop with his tantrum.

Sesshomaru contemplated what to do with him , wailing like he had just lost his mind in some kind of crazy talk. When he grabbed a hold of him he patted his head "it's okay. I'll stay with you. Just calm down and get in the water" he stated putting a arm around him ; he had seen other humans comfort others in this way so it should work. The noble demon was beginning to loose patience with him though , being soft and gentile wasn't working "now get undressed or I will paralyse you and go from there , your choice"

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Phobias were not a pleasant thing to tackle. Sesshomaru had probably seen them before, though whether or not they had directly affected him remained to be seen. As the dog demon assured the boy that it was only water, the boy tugged at the Daiyoukai's kimono, burying his face into his chest. "No," he cried stubbornly shaking his head , which forced the boy to nuzzle the man awkwardly. "I'm... afraid," he admitted after such a long and terrible fit. His trembling hands confirmed that much. The dog began undressing him, which was indeed a difficult task. The first thing that inevitably needed to go was the delicate baby-blue lace that held the corset of his leather armour together. Once it was tugged, it slid free of the golden binding holes easily with a quiet noise. The boy didn't seem to be ashamed of his body-- he had nothing to be ashamed of, save for the bruises he'd recently received. One yank to the back of his jacket would have plucked the leather nightmare from his upper form. In spite of the boy's pawing and sobbing, he was not physically attempting to resist the undressing. Instead, he was simply trying to put distance between himself and the water. The child's back was smooth and very pale-- too even in tone and smooth to be human. Not a single hair blessed his skin-- not even peach fuzz. What use had a vila for body hair? It served no purpose, and so it was void. His skin felt more like the soft petals of a new flower rather than the slightly oiled feel of human flesh. His flesh had no oil-- it didn't even have a residue of sweat. He truly was a curious breed.
The youkai stopped at that point and instead decided to comfort the boy. As he was finally drawn in, the boy's shrieking ceased immediately, though after such a fit, he was bound to remain gasping and hiccuping. His eyes did not stop tearing; surely the demon lord's kimono was quite wet by now. "U- Unn," he whined in a very infantile fashion, smothering the noise in pressing his mouth against the kimono before him. "...I- - Do-on't.,.. wan..--n.. t to go i-in..." he hiccuped, twisting lightly as he squirmed. The wet leather was hideously uncomfortable. "...It hurts..." He fussed like an impatient toddler who wanted to crawl amid a diaper change. "Nn- Se-esshomaru-sa- -ama..." He fussed. At last, he'd called the man by his name and the appropriate honorific.

[Rye]

Sesshomaru groaned , this was more than irritating to him "relax , it's only water. It can't hurt you" he said sounding stony and cold like the grave , not at all comforting like he was trying to be. He didn't care about his irrational fear , only about getting him cleaned up , and that was getting very very hard. The demon lord growled when he saw the stains on his robes , this was not going well , he was going to have to have those washed now. After he stripped Nym of his clothes he kept him close in his arms and lifted his naked body up in his arms and took him into the water. The dog dipped a toe into the water and held a tight grip onto the boy, he was going to get a wash even if he had to go in with him. It was a rather cruel trick , to take the comfort he gave and use it to trick him into getting him into the water.

He appreciated the name , although he still had to clean him , even if he was going to have to soak his clothing to do it. He gently descended into the water as slowly and as carefully as he could. He could see he was upset and felt bad for him , the poor thing was sweet in a way and needed a little comfort. As he went into the water he sat on a step in the bath and held him close "please calm down and let me take care of this, the faster we get through this the faster we can get you out" he said gently soaking his long blond hair but keeping a iron grip on him so he couldn't spring out and run off.

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"You're wrong," he hiccuped. Really now! Disagreeing with the only clear adult in the situation? "--it's always-- it's like it will carry me away... I don't like it!" he hiccuped. His leather pants came last and with them his soiled underpants. They truly were an embarrassing sight-- but one the boy ignored for now. His pride would sting him later for this-- and would it ever sting him terribly! If he were to step back and watch the way he clung to the strange man and bawled, he likely would have slapped himself for it. With the ribbon gone from his hair, his soft, blonde hair hung a little beyond his rump. It might have been princely hair for the area, were it black rather than blonde. Once his wet trousers had been removed, the boy quieted some. His face remained buried against the man's shoulder for now, even as he toed into the water. Eventually Nym too felt the warm water lapping at his feet first, and then likely up to his waist as the Daiyoukai took a seat in the bath water. "A-aa--...." he choked in a very small, quiet voice. "...please, don't let go of me..." The boy didn't seem to mind terribly having water raked through his hair... it was more any amount of depth that troubled the boy. Were the water to travel over his face the child surely would have become upset again-- but for now, he cooperated somewhat with the man. Shivering, the boy allowed his tear-flushed eyes to crack open. Glancing down to the water, he finally realized the man had entered the bath with his clothes on. What a waste! "--A....ah.... your.... clothes..." he stammered awkwardly-- guiltily. "...I didn't mean for you to...." The boy didn't finish. Instead, he re-buried his face against the man as though to hide.

[Rye]

Sesshomaru ran a clawed hand through his hair , this was harder than it should be "it won't. I won't let it" he assured him as best he could. He didn't understand this irrational fear and didn't want to , he just wanted things done right now. "I won't let go as long as you'll let me wash you" he growled , staying true to his dog like nature. He grasped hold of a bar of soap and started rubbing it softly on Nym's body , trying to be as gentile as he could to him , after all it might just take the littlest thing to set him off back to tears , or worse. "It's fine , they needed to be washed anyway. I'll have them washed and dried for tomorrow , it's not like my power or status comes from what I wear" he replied softly "but you don't worry about that , just concentrate on calming down and let me wash you" he said grabbing a cloth and gently lathering it up and washing his face to get all the earth and dirt off his face "once you're clean we'll get you dressed in a kimono , it'll suit you better in this world." he advised.