Post by Mala Lelik on Nov 15, 2015 1:31:50 GMT
Open to All (especially Max)
Sayvahn stared at the wreck of a child in front of him. Mala staggered through the alleyway, trying to adjust to high heels and failing miserably. The poor girl was practically hissing as she shimmied alongside the wall, clinging for dear life.
“Hate.” She grumbled, and Sayvahn shooed her away.
“Mala, dear, make sure to have your back straight. And don’t let the wig fall off either. Red hair is expensive, dearie.” Looking at his nails, he sighed as he found a hangnail, probably from his skirmish with Mala earlier. Tying to stuff the girl into a common dress was probably the worst thing he could have done for an animal that enjoyed being “free” and not in a “binding chamber” as she loved to refer to the corset as. She couldn’t always go around nearly naked though. For goodness sake, hadn’t she ever heard of public decency? Apparently not, as she tried to remove the clothes once more.
“Oh for goodness sake, no nudity, no nudity!” Sayvahn scurried over, pushing the dress onto the girl as she tried to take it off.
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Mala hissed as man pushed clothes back on. Hated wig. Hated dress. Hated shoes. Wanted to hunt. To practice. To run. But Man kept her safe. Let her sleep away from bangs. Underground, no longer safe. Constantly caving in. Above, no better. Perhaps worse. But food and safety, important. But clothes and shoes. Last straw. Remove, remove. Ripped off clothing. Man tried to put clothes back on. She screamed, biting at fingers. He screamed as well. She ran down alley, holding dress, pulling it from body. White binding underneath, exposed.
Sayvahn stared at the wreck of a child in front of him. Mala staggered through the alleyway, trying to adjust to high heels and failing miserably. The poor girl was practically hissing as she shimmied alongside the wall, clinging for dear life.
“Hate.” She grumbled, and Sayvahn shooed her away.
“Mala, dear, make sure to have your back straight. And don’t let the wig fall off either. Red hair is expensive, dearie.” Looking at his nails, he sighed as he found a hangnail, probably from his skirmish with Mala earlier. Tying to stuff the girl into a common dress was probably the worst thing he could have done for an animal that enjoyed being “free” and not in a “binding chamber” as she loved to refer to the corset as. She couldn’t always go around nearly naked though. For goodness sake, hadn’t she ever heard of public decency? Apparently not, as she tried to remove the clothes once more.
“Oh for goodness sake, no nudity, no nudity!” Sayvahn scurried over, pushing the dress onto the girl as she tried to take it off.
~
Mala hissed as man pushed clothes back on. Hated wig. Hated dress. Hated shoes. Wanted to hunt. To practice. To run. But Man kept her safe. Let her sleep away from bangs. Underground, no longer safe. Constantly caving in. Above, no better. Perhaps worse. But food and safety, important. But clothes and shoes. Last straw. Remove, remove. Ripped off clothing. Man tried to put clothes back on. She screamed, biting at fingers. He screamed as well. She ran down alley, holding dress, pulling it from body. White binding underneath, exposed.