He was being taken away. A blanket had been put around him, and someone nice talked to him. A police officer. The woman spoke softly to Host, telling him that he was safe, they were saving him and taking him away to some place better than here.
His owner was being arrested for several things; owning and spreading child and neko pornography -mostly neko though. Host had been his latest victim, having bought him when he was still young, raising him to be his sex toy.
Host didn’t understand when the woman gently picked him up, and told him it was all over. He was aware for what he had been used, and that a variety of people knew about him from pictures and videos, that someone would maybe go search for him to own him.
But being told he was safe, and that what had happened to him would stop? It sounded like a dream to Host, and he trusted the police woman.
He ended up in an adoption center for rescues like him, where a few nekos were, but also other normal animals.
“Mh.”, Elvin nodded lightly. Things he had never heard about! He carefully tore off some bread and tried it on its own, humming softly. It was interesting, and he liked that!
“I like new things.”, he hummed with a smile. He was most curious about the fruits, taking a grape and trying it. He took the orange, curiously looking it over. “Your supposed to do something with it first before eating, right?”, he asked. He didn’t know about peeling things, but the skin of the orange didn’t feel like you should eat it.
Elvin curiously looked at his own orange again, carefully pulling out a segment. Huh! This was really interesting. He curiously bit into it, making a face at the taste.
“I’m sorry, but I don’t really like it.”, he said, looking a bit apologetic over to Nox.
Arthur softly read what Agnes wrote to Markus. “I can’t answer her. It’s going to be censored.”, Markus mumbled. Maybe he could at least write the country? He hoped so. So he carefully wrote “America” onto his hand.
“I think she wants to find you.”, Arthur hummed. He wouldn’t know how they could find each other though -pretty much everything got censored that made it easy to find them.
“She’s gone.”, Arthur told Markus, who hummed in return. He had never really written with her before. When he had started learning writing he had had a lot of fun writing on his arms, but it, like his drawings, had stopped some time.
“Better wash my hand.”, Markus said softly and stood up. He managed to walk around Arthur’s cabin on his own easily. He hoped she wouldn’t mind if he washed his messages off, even if he didn’t really mind them either.
People had found his forest. People from outside the villages, who ignored their protests. This forest was going to be cut down.
The animals all tried to resist, but they were just shot and hunted down, until none tried anymore. Until Elvin send them away. He wasn’t able to do anything, as each chop against a tree send a sharp stab of pain through him.
He was crying and screaming in pain as trees were cut down, and besides a few animals, and some birds, no one was there with him anymore. He was in so much pain he couldn’t move anymore. He laid on the ground by the lake, at his tree, and he was in so much pain constantly. Even when they stopped for a while.
And then they came to the lake. The magical charm protecting it didn’t work anymore as they all cut down the trees, and the animals left. He tried to beg them, plead with them to just let his tree stand. But he was just held back, called a freak, and they chopped into his tree.
It bled, and Elvin screamed in agony as his very being was damaged.
A group of teens had been camping in the forest. They hadn’t been careful when putting out their fire though, and overnight, scattered leafs and twigs had caught fire, even the grass had caught fire. Since it had been rather dry the past couple of days, the fire flared up quickly and high, and was soon raging through the entire forest.
Elvin was screaming and sobbing in pain, as he felt like he was being burned alive as well. It hurt, it hurt extremely, and there was nothing he could do. He was just lucky that the surrounding villages were quick to act, and trying to put out the fire.
Markus and his twin Arthur had been born as royalty. But, neither of them knew why, they had been separated at birth -Arthur growing up as a prince, and Markus as a servant, in separate kingdoms. It wasn’t until Arthur’s parents were killed, that Markus entered the kingdom again, with the task to be a servant at the castle. Now that the king and queen were dead, Arthur would be king, and would need more help in the castle.
When they first met each other after nineteen years, they instantly recognized each other. The same golden eyes, the same build. They looked identical to each other, except that Markus’ hair was longer and in a small ponytail, unlike Arthur’s short hair.
Markus became Arthur’s personal servant, and he was content with that. He didn’t seek out the life of royalty, and was happy serving his brother. What he soon realized though, was what an unkind man his brother was. It was no wonder the people of the kingdom weren’t taking a liking to Arthur.
It was when Arthur had someone be murdered -a young man, who had been partner’s with a young maiden to which Arthur took a “liking”- that the people decided to overthrow Arthur and have him be killed.
Arthur and Markus had little time to think about what was going to happen and how to get out of this mess alive. And Markus -kind, loving, and forgiving Markus- did something Arthur would’ve never thought he’d do. “Please, take my clothes; trust me. Change into them and flee, as quickly as you can. We’re twins, and I’ll protect you. No one will notice what happened here.”. And Markus gave Arthur his clothes, and Author gave him his. Markus cut off his hair, and the two were indistinguishable.
Arthur fled the castle, while the folk stormed the castle, fully believing who they found was Arthur, and not caring about the fled servant, Markus.
So Markus was locked into the dungeons, and he hoped his brother made it away alive. He didn’t want to die, but he had to protect his brother. What else could he have done?
It wasn’t many days later, and Markus was going to be executed. A mass of people had gathered to watch the corrupt and evil king be beheaded. And Markus was terrified.
He was being taken away. A blanket had been put around him, and someone nice talked to him. A police officer. The woman spoke softly to Host, telling him that he was safe, they were saving him and taking him away to some place better than here.
His owner was being arrested for several things; owning and spreading child and neko pornography -mostly neko though. Host had been his latest victim, having bought him when he was still young, raising him to be his sex toy.
Host didn’t understand when the woman gently picked him up, and told him it was all over. He was aware for what he had been used, and that a variety of people knew about him from pictures and videos, that someone would maybe go search for him to own him.
But being told he was safe, and that what had happened to him would stop? It sounded like a dream to Host, and he trusted the police woman.
He ended up in an adoption center for rescues like him, where a few nekos were, but also other normal animals.
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