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He asked her why she was loyal to these people who treated her and the others like dirt. She only replied that she had been with them her entire life, and that there was little else she knew other than this servitude. Kolya told her of the life outside, but, she told him to hush after too long. She knew that that kind of talk would get her flogged. She got him all dressed, again, in new clothes, that were too big for him, even though he was still tall. All primped up, now, his gaze shifted as the guards entered the room, this time simply ordering him out.
He asked her why she was loyal to these people who treated her and the others like dirt. She only replied that she had been with them her entire life, and that there was little else she knew other than this servitude. Kolya told her of the life outside, but, she told him to hush after too long. She knew that that kind of talk would get her flogged. She got him all dressed, again, in new clothes, that were too big for him, even though he was still tall. All primped up, now, his gaze shifted as the guards entered the room, this time simply ordering him out.
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He looked to the girl, quickly, asking her name in a hushed tone. Nikolina was the name he heard, and it was the one that was on his tongue when he was led away, and up to the room of his now mistress.
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He looked to the girl, quickly, asking her name in a hushed tone. Nikolina was the name he heard, and it was the one that was on his tongue when he was led away, and up to the room of his now mistress. There she was, shorter than she had been before. She took on a completely different form, in fact. One more permissible to his height - that of a human woman with blonde hair and light blue eyes. Her skin was still pale. She wore a red dress, that was a bit more revealing than it could be. She ordered the guards to exit the room while Kolya's gaze shifted around and about the room, scanning his surroundings.
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There she was, shorter than she had been before. She took on a completely different form, in fact. One more permissible to his height - that of a human woman with blonde hair and light blue eyes. Her skin was still pale. She wore a red dress, that was a bit more revealing than it could be. She ordered the guards to exit the room while Kolya's gaze shifted around and about the room, scanning his surroundings. The most notable thing he was able to see was a strange, ceremonial looking dagger, that looked to be made of silver.
She told him to make himself at home, as he would be visiting here often, if she liked how he worked. A feeling of unease settled about his figure, something he didn't quite often get. He didn't like the feeling of her eyes prying over him, or the lustful gaze she gave him. No matter how beautiful the form she took was, it didn't matter to him. He stood stock still as she stepped up to him, feeling at his already sculpted muscles, a result of his training. She reached about, feeling every inch of his body, except for that around his nether realm. Each time, she got dangerously close. He hated every second of it, and each touch gave him an uncomfortable chill. This was wrong.
She told him to make himself at home, as he would be visiting here often, if she liked how he worked. A feeling of unease settled about his figure, something he didn't quite often get. He didn't like the feeling of her eyes prying over him, or the lustful gaze she gave him. No matter how beautiful the form she took was, it didn't matter to him. He stood stock still as she stepped up to him, feeling at his already sculpted muscles, a result of his training. She reached about, feeling every inch of his body, except for that around his nether realm. Each time, she got dangerously close. He hated every second of it, and each touch gave him an uncomfortable chill. This was wrong.
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===Embers of Revanchism===
===Embers of Revanchism===
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It had been another few weeks, at least, he thought. Maybe months. However long it took for a Werewolf to regain the flesh that had been torn from his back. He reached behind himself, feeling at the skin, which had finished its peeling, and scabbing process. The guards delivered another plate of meat to him, raw as ever. They thought they had broken him, and Kolya knew it. They were wrong. They would pay for this grave mistake, and all of the others they had made in his time with them.
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His ears twitched, hair standing up on the back of his neck as he heard the trapdoor open, again. He had surveyed his surroundings enough within the bedroom to notice where the dagger was, just on the nightstand. That was all that was on his thoughts as he was brought up again, to be washed, and groomed again, his now long hair being washed and his body washed as well. He tried his best not to look at the girl who had replaced Nikolina, as he had felt partially responsible for her death. Though, when he did look at her, he was relieved to see the face of a human girl.He didn't speak to her, though. He didn't want to befriend this girl, in fear of what might happen if he did.
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Soon enough, he was done being washed and dried, and the guards brought him up to the bedroom. Kolya knew that he would have to do something special, this time around. A million thoughts ran through his head, but, only a few truly stood out. The biggest one in his head was that he had to make it seem like he enjoyed it, and that he had to allow her to take control, again. She approached, telling him that she was upset with him, over the whole incident with Nikolina, and how she was a good slave. Kolya suppressed his anger, at the thought. If she was such a good servant, then why was she killed? He would never get his answer for that.
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He waited now, watching as his clothing was removed. As he did so, he approached her. He had learned a lot during his time with the different werewolf girls and women in Canifis. He took charge of the situation, the mistress fought back a little, but, he had done exactly as she wanted. He was in charge, now. He would give her a night that she would always remember, for the rest of her life. It wasn't long before it was over, the scratch and bite marks on his body freshly opened, again, his black blood creating that same aroma it always did.
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The mistress had been exhausted by all of Kolya's maneuvering. He smiled, as she rested against him, and watched her beginning to drift off to sleep. He was holding her close, whispering words of laud as she lay there, body coiled against his. After he was sure she was asleep, he reached for the dagger. Without issue from her, he took it in hand. He could feel it burning his skin as he did so. He grit his teeth, and prepared. He moved atop her, and soon, the two began to scuffle. She didn't seem to scream, though. Perhaps she thought she could win, but, in the end, Kolya had driven the dagger deep into her chest, and had pierced her heart. Even her foresight couldn't have saved her in that position.
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He watched, keeping her arms at bay as she fell limp after a few seconds. He sighed, dropping the dagger. It seemed as though something had been disrupted. He didn't know what it it was, but, he could hear something. There was commotion outside the room, no later than thirty seconds after. There was more fighting within, and it was worse than it had been before. This time, more and more people were dying. Kolya had only seen it, and had only heard the words "For Drakan" being thrown around. Finally, it all stopped, and someone entered the room. He was now perched at the edge of the bed. The man, a tall Vampyre, presumably some sort of high-rank in the Watch, thanked him, as the mistress or her husband were the last things holding up the ward, and with them dead, they were able to get in without a problem.
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Kolya only nodded, examining the burns on his hand from holding the silver dagger. He had only had it in his hand for a twenty seconds or so, but, the damage was clear. It hurt to move it, though, he shook his head, and he stepped out of the room. The Vampyre told him that he would owe Kolya a favor. He looked down from the railing of the upstairs, and saw that most of the Vampyres were dead, and that many Vyrewatch had flooded the area. Despite them being his saving grace, he still held a deep-seated hatred for them, and would for many years to come. He quickly rushed to his mother, to find her curled up in the fetal position, at the other side of a room, where her continued rapist now lay, limp, and slain. Kolya approached her, quietly, and she looked up at him, tears of mixed emotion, and joy were in her eyes.
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He held her tightly. It was over, now. All over. Kolya smiled gently to her, whispering of how happy he was to see her alive. He knew it would take her a long time to get over her mental scarring. It would take him a long time to get over his, but, he had taken his first step into overcoming it. Kolya took her back towards home, and there they were greeted with open arms by Rurik, Xenophon, and even Roman. Roman spoke about how he regretted not being able to take part in the death's himself, though he then said he was just glad that they were home. Everything was going to be okay, he thought to himself. Everything would be okay.
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===in nomine Patri===
===Modern days===
===Modern days===