09-01-2014, 02:40 PM
As he felt the other man's weight leave his, Kieran let out a low sigh of relief. He wouldn't be hurt anymore for right now. While he was altogether mortified about his situation, that at least provided him with some time to let himself heal and his body relax again. After a few moments, he opened his eyes to attempt standing, but was caught off guard by a sudden, swift jerk of his collar. His eyes widened as he recognized that this was magic lifting him, pulling him to follow along behind the man. Kieran found upon realizing this. The man, of course, had magical abilities. Kieran did too, granted he had what was his on his person. That passing thought caused the quietest of growls to leave him. He needed that back.
One of his hands slowly rose to feel the mark still along his neck as they walked, the reminder of what had just happened. Resolve suddenly hardening again, he decided that this was his mark of pride. He fought, and he will continue to do so. Such was the will for freedom of the kitsunes. "I will." He spoke quietly, gaze lowering as it became rather intensely focused on the floor. Of course he would keep fighting; he would not submit to being a mindless slave to this awful man, nor to anyone.
As he followed him throughout the rooms he was shown, Kieran willed himself to relax again. His body was begging for it, after the trauma of the day, and he needed to relax to nurse his wounds and regain his strength if he was to fight. So, for now, he would have to play along with all of this. Not that that sounded particularly pleasant to him. His eyes roamed the place to map it, though he couldn't help but catch the beautifully ornate, rich detail that went into his decor. It was rather breathtaking to Kieran, really, but he wouldn't allow himself to admit that. Instead, he kept a straight face as he quietly walked along behind him. As he was explained a couple of basic rules, Kieran felt a bad taste enter his mouth. Call him master? He must be joking. Not to mention the fact that he were not allowed in some of these rooms on his own, as if he were but a child. Sighing softly, he tried to keep his voice steady and calm as he asked, "Where is it that I am allowed?"
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