“A little bit..”, Markus replied quietly. He didn’t really mind if he had to stay awake or not. He didn’t care about a lot of things anymore, mostly since omegas weren’t really seen as people most of the time. Since Markus was way from his family, he got used to being treated terrible rather fast.
“I.. I don’t care…”, Markus mumbled softly. He was used to people watching him, seeing him naked, using him. He didn’t much care anymore who saw him undressed and who didn’t.
Ray thought for a moment before he gently picked him up and his clothes and made his way to the bathroom. „Here you can change. I know you are indifferent about it but I wanna respect your privacy.“he said softly
“Thank you.”, Markus mumbled quietly. He was slow and careful as he changed his clothes, feeling better when he had fresh and warm clothes. He still wasn’t happy being here, but he wouldn’t dare complain.
In the next few days, Markus’ health got gradually better. He felt okay to leave quickly, though mostly since he didn’t want to stretch their stay here longer than they had to, since he still worried about Oliver’s comfort of staying in one place too long. But alas, they stayed, until the doctor said that Markus was okay to travel.
Markus was more than happy that they could finally go. He would love to go travel finally!
“I.. I don’t care…”, Markus mumbled softly. He was used to people watching him, seeing him naked, using him. He didn’t much care anymore who saw him undressed and who didn’t.
Markus nodded lightly at the first question. He was indeed cold, he got cold very easily. He didn’t really want anything to eat, he didn’t have any appetite after what happened. He just wanted to be warm, and safe.
Ray nooded softly and soon he gently arrived in his home. He closed the door behind as he gently settled the small neko on the comfortable couch. „Gonna bring you some soft clothes , be right back little one.“he said softly
“Okay..”, Markus mumbled, shifting where he was. He didn’t like being such a vulnerable omega, but he couldn’t change his dynamic. He just had to live with how he was.
“Welcome… pass overhead…. pretend to sleep..”, half of his words were too mumbled to be understood, quiet and swallowed by his breathing. He was always speaking, never ceasing to stop unless he was forced to, because of sleep or having to eat and drink.
He was sitting there, as he always did, head leaning against the wall. His golden eyes were unfocused, staring into nothingness, as his chapped lips moved slightly with every word he spoke.
Technically, he was safe to be around. He rarely noticed what was happening around him, nor if he needed anything. Which meant he had someone who had to feed him and make sure he drank. Sometimes, he managed to focus on reality for a few moments then. Not often, though.
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.
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.
There was a group of people out to catch the forest’s deity. They had heard about it, and they were specialized to capture otherworldly creatures. It wasn’t hard to get through the charm that protected the heart of the forest, where the forest deity resided.
They easily overpowered the small deity, putting a magical collar around its neck to keep its powers from working. They cut down its tree, uncaring about the deity’s screams of pain. Uncaring about the amber coloured blood that poured out of the tree, and soaked into the deity’s clothes as it was injured.
They cut the tree down almost completely, down to only a single branch. The deity had fainted from the overwhelming pain. They uprooted the stump, which was now a rather easy task, seeing how the once tree was only a branch.
As this group always did, they sold the creatures they captured. And so was this deity also sold, to whoever wanted to plant a tree and have its spirit. They weren’t surprised when the deity shed its branches, like antlers, and only small stumps were left. As if he was nothing. Which, now, he was. Just a tree spirit.
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