When Quanxi comes to, there's a dull ache in her neck, where she'd been shallowly cut with Makima's sword. A slight memory, of a deeper wound, resides in the back of Quanxi's mind, the heady smell of blood thick in her throat.
Quanxi's single eye, as she comes slowly out of her haze, moves around lazily to scan her surroundings. It looks like an average room, not like a dungeon, or anything of the like.
Makima's personal apartment, then. ]
...
[ Quanxi is immediately aware that she's in little to no clothes, can feel how weightless she is. She's not ashamed of her body, toned and muscled in all the right places - what has her attention more is the collar around her neck.
Quanxi realizes then, that the ache might be from how tight the collar is pressed around her. Any tighter around her throat and she wouldn't be able to breathe. Her eye trails across the long leash, and to where that leash leads: curled around Makima's own hand. ]
I'm not going to remove it. [ Quanxi's voice is a mumble, her words short as ever. ] I have the feeling my head really would fall off if I tried...
[ And she figures it's trickier than just clicking a buckle out of place. ]
I'll listen if you want to talk. [ A pause, as she delivers what is likely a half-assed apology for what she'd said before. ] But I don't think talking is what we're here for. Don't think you would've taken my clothes off if that were the case.
[ she deals in dreams or in nightmares, or more often the latter. despite the ordinary-looking bedroom, the mundanity of the furnishings, there's something just that fraction off about the situation. the crescent moon in the night sky with no stars, the whimper of dogs from behind the closed door, the glow of her golden eyes in the dim light. ]
You're right, we're not quite here to talk. [ she'll agree with this much. the curl of her lips is mild as she absently fingers the loop of the leash and looks quanxi up and down. the intent look of her eyes is somewhat speculative, possibly appreciative, but trying to read her is a slight impossibility. ] Unless it's me training you, or... even I can praise my pets for doing a good job. On the other hand, if they're naughty? [ her fingers rub casually along the red leather of the lead, and then--
a slow, casual tug on the leash, to prompt quanxi to follow the pull towards her. possibly on a crawl, considering how primly she sits in bed and quanxi's position on the sheets.
and something new quanxi might notice about the collar, metal prongs that emerge, click and sink into her skin if she's not prompt about following the leash. a choke collar, apparently. and if that beheading was reality rather than a delusion, if makima weren't simply joking about it, it's little wonder whether she'd really slice a pet's head off with a snap of the leash if they misbehave. ]
[ Quanxi continues in her quiet observation, holding her tongue almost dutifully. Makima's swirled pupils provide her no answers, but Quanxi doesn't necessarily feel like she needs all too many of them. She understands, vaguely, her purpose here. To be obedient and to serve. To be as loyal a dog as any of the others outside of Makima's room, multiple snouts sniffing at the slight opening at the bottom of the door.
Quanki trusts in Makima's words. Odd as it is, she knows what Makima says is the truth: obey, and she'll be rewarded. Disobey, and she'll be punished. It's simple enough. This was what her contract entailed. ]
Ah—... that's what this is, then. You want to train me?
[ When Makima pulls Quanxi towards her by the leash, she has no choice but to follow her master's command. ]
... That's fine. I'll obey your orders...
[ As she speaks, Quanxi does crawl to Makima, much like the pet she's been reduced to. In her tanktop, the slight show of cleavage is made clear, especially with how her arms press inward as she follows the coil of the leash. Her girls weren't the type to ask for this sort of submission from Quanxi, happy to let her take the lead for them.
But in all honesty, she's not opposed to it, either. ]
I like it rough. [ She mumbles, more matter-of-fact than a flirtation. Her shame is little to none. ] But I don't think I want my head taken off.
[ She's noticed the prongs sticking into her neck from the collar, feels the pressure from them on her thrumming veins. One wrong move, and she feels like they could slice her arteries. ]
I'll bark all you want me to, and even lick your hand. I can do tricks, too.
[ Quanxi stops in front of Makima, still on her hands and knees. Her thighs, filled-out with muscle as they are, don't touch - slight hips hugged by her underwear. Her eye, dull and bottomless, gazes at Makima from underneath her bangs, as if awaiting her commands. ]
[ that's what she likes to see, a cute new pet learning and adapting. when you're an eldritch devil like her, all lesser beings may as well be creatures that simply exist to obey and no species exemplifies that better than dogs. it's probably why they're her favorite.
quanxi is a beautiful specimen that makes her think of, maybe, a borzoi. elegant and sleek and... while quanxi herself may not be tall or exceptionally large, her assets are still considerable. makima helps herself to a self-indulgent eyeful of quanxi on all fours before her, and that thin tank top. ]
If my lovely pet likes it rough, I don't mind indulging that either. As a treat. [ or possibly to vent some frustration, but even that idea is surreal when applied hypothetically to someone like her. a devil who controls seemingly every move and emotion and discards the useless, like frustration.
she leans back against the headboard of her bed. a prim-looking position that nevertheless she pulls off like some queen in business casual, making herself comfortable on a throne. and in the meantime cocks her leg slightly askance, pats a hand on her inner thigh once while giving quanxi an expectant look.
this time a non-verbal command. 'come here', to her lap. ]
So what kind of tricks do you do, my dear hunter? [ not quite a pet name. pets that she calls by name are rare and special. quanxi, an enemy just a day ago (or however long it's been), might not earn that privilege yet. so she's just 'hunter', within makima's possession. ]
We may have you lick something better than just my hand.
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When Quanxi comes to, there's a dull ache in her neck, where she'd been shallowly cut with Makima's sword. A slight memory, of a deeper wound, resides in the back of Quanxi's mind, the heady smell of blood thick in her throat.
Quanxi's single eye, as she comes slowly out of her haze, moves around lazily to scan her surroundings. It looks like an average room, not like a dungeon, or anything of the like.
Makima's personal apartment, then. ]
...
[ Quanxi is immediately aware that she's in little to no clothes, can feel how weightless she is. She's not ashamed of her body, toned and muscled in all the right places - what has her attention more is the collar around her neck.
Quanxi realizes then, that the ache might be from how tight the collar is pressed around her. Any tighter around her throat and she wouldn't be able to breathe.
Her eye trails across the long leash, and to where that leash leads: curled around Makima's own hand. ]
I'm not going to remove it. [ Quanxi's voice is a mumble, her words short as ever. ] I have the feeling my head really would fall off if I tried...
[ And she figures it's trickier than just clicking a buckle out of place. ]
I'll listen if you want to talk. [ A pause, as she delivers what is likely a half-assed apology for what she'd said before. ] But I don't think talking is what we're here for. Don't think you would've taken my clothes off if that were the case.
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You're right, we're not quite here to talk. [ she'll agree with this much. the curl of her lips is mild as she absently fingers the loop of the leash and looks quanxi up and down. the intent look of her eyes is somewhat speculative, possibly appreciative, but trying to read her is a slight impossibility. ] Unless it's me training you, or... even I can praise my pets for doing a good job. On the other hand, if they're naughty? [ her fingers rub casually along the red leather of the lead, and then--
a slow, casual tug on the leash, to prompt quanxi to follow the pull towards her. possibly on a crawl, considering how primly she sits in bed and quanxi's position on the sheets.
and something new quanxi might notice about the collar, metal prongs that emerge, click and sink into her skin if she's not prompt about following the leash. a choke collar, apparently. and if that beheading was reality rather than a delusion, if makima weren't simply joking about it, it's little wonder whether she'd really slice a pet's head off with a snap of the leash if they misbehave. ]
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Quanki trusts in Makima's words. Odd as it is, she knows what Makima says is the truth: obey, and she'll be rewarded. Disobey, and she'll be punished. It's simple enough. This was what her contract entailed. ]
Ah—... that's what this is, then. You want to train me?
[ When Makima pulls Quanxi towards her by the leash, she has no choice but to follow her master's command. ]
... That's fine. I'll obey your orders...
[ As she speaks, Quanxi does crawl to Makima, much like the pet she's been reduced to. In her tanktop, the slight show of cleavage is made clear, especially with how her arms press inward as she follows the coil of the leash. Her girls weren't the type to ask for this sort of submission from Quanxi, happy to let her take the lead for them.
But in all honesty, she's not opposed to it, either. ]
I like it rough. [ She mumbles, more matter-of-fact than a flirtation. Her shame is little to none. ] But I don't think I want my head taken off.
[ She's noticed the prongs sticking into her neck from the collar, feels the pressure from them on her thrumming veins. One wrong move, and she feels like they could slice her arteries. ]
I'll bark all you want me to, and even lick your hand. I can do tricks, too.
[ Quanxi stops in front of Makima, still on her hands and knees. Her thighs, filled-out with muscle as they are, don't touch - slight hips hugged by her underwear. Her eye, dull and bottomless, gazes at Makima from underneath her bangs, as if awaiting her commands. ]
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quanxi is a beautiful specimen that makes her think of, maybe, a borzoi. elegant and sleek and... while quanxi herself may not be tall or exceptionally large, her assets are still considerable. makima helps herself to a self-indulgent eyeful of quanxi on all fours before her, and that thin tank top. ]
If my lovely pet likes it rough, I don't mind indulging that either. As a treat. [ or possibly to vent some frustration, but even that idea is surreal when applied hypothetically to someone like her. a devil who controls seemingly every move and emotion and discards the useless, like frustration.
she leans back against the headboard of her bed. a prim-looking position that nevertheless she pulls off like some queen in business casual, making herself comfortable on a throne. and in the meantime cocks her leg slightly askance, pats a hand on her inner thigh once while giving quanxi an expectant look.
this time a non-verbal command. 'come here', to her lap. ]
So what kind of tricks do you do, my dear hunter? [ not quite a pet name. pets that she calls by name are rare and special. quanxi, an enemy just a day ago (or however long it's been), might not earn that privilege yet. so she's just 'hunter', within makima's possession. ]
We may have you lick something better than just my hand.