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Post by Deleted on Aug 12, 2012 22:06:51 GMT -5
AKhtar walked into the most unwelcoming part of the city. It was far away from the plush and elegant Gentility Estates. It was perhaps the most unwanted area in the entire state. Akhtar walked through the nearly deserted old quarter with his head held high. One could simply look at him and tell that he was not meant to be in this particular area. He however had business to handle. Gil had gone missing and after he hadn't returned to work in over a week Akhtar was worried. The hellhound ignored his calls and even willed himself untraceable via Akhtar's magic. The young wizard was worried about not only his employee but also his friend. It was common knowledge that no matter what Gil did he would always have a job with Akhtar. There relationship was complicated to anyone looking in from the outisde.
The pair had grown from mere coworkers to actual friends. Akhtar cared for the hellhound and wanted to know what was going on. The two hadn't really seen one another since Gil and Lee's boyfriends confrontation. Gil blew up at Akhtar telling him to stop meddling in his life and to mind his own business. Akhtar knew the hellhound would go through these funks so he allowed him to be on his own. He never pushed himself into Gil's space. He allowed him the time he needed to clear his thoughts this had gone on long enough though. The wizard prince was worried and wanted to know what was causing Gil to miss so much work.
Gil would miss work but he always showed back up and took care of business. Akhtar never had to worry about Luna. It was as if it were Gil's own store. Lately he has been relying on one of the other employees to close up and lock up for him. Gil was coming in once a week and even his appearance was haggard. It was unusual for Gil to say the least. Gil prided himself on his looks. How else would he attract the ladies?
Akhtar walked through the street looking around for any signs of Gil. He knew before Gil started working for him this was his old stomping ground. It was before things changed for Gil. Akhtar could sense the evil beings lurking within the shadows he even felt some of the lesser hell hounds who weren't half as poweful as Gil. They lurked watching him. The dared not touch him as his strength was shown through his aura. He stretched his senses enhanced by his magic searching for Gil. There were still no signs. The clouds above him continued to darken.
They eventually opened and allowed their tears to fall in the form of rain. Akhtar thought to himself, **Gil where the heck are you?!?!** He came to a halt in front of a building where he knew Gil had once hid out in when he was wounded in his fight with Havoc. He decided to try for it and entered the building. He climbed the steps calling out to him as he entered the old decrepit apartment. "Rundown" would be a compliment in the case of this apartment. There were barely any windows protecting the occupant from the elements outside. Akhtar looked around and said, "Gil....are you in here....Come out and talk to me..."
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Post by Guillotine on Aug 15, 2012 23:19:37 GMT -5
The bodies of the deceased where sprawled out about the floor like a couple of children’s dolls. Their appearance was differed from one to the other. Some were mutilated beyond recognition, while others were just stripped of their appendages. Guillotine didn’t seem to discriminate when it came to prey. All shapes, sizes, races, and genders had fallen to his fangs. Quite a few of the bodies that littered the small room where the corpses of children. They were easy targets, small, weak, and unable to protect themselves against a blood trusty Hellhound. They were perfect prey, and this world was filled with them. Their meager existence had satisfied Guillotine. All had feed his wild instincts. But now the left over corpse had begun to rot. The smell inside the small apartment building was unbearable to most, though Guillotine had grown accustomed to the smell of rotting, putrid flesh. Maggots had begun to make their home in the once living flesh. Gil paid them no mind. Scavenging crows flew in the broken windows to feast upon the left overs. Their caws echoed though the room as well as the quiet apartment building. Some of the bodies remained in great condition. It seemed that Gil had only killed some of them for fun rather than for food. Guillotine sat there with his back against the bare wall. The male looked just as run down as the building he was staying in. His jet black hair was a mess, and his clothing was torn and ragged. Heavy stubble over took his chin, clearly he hadn’t shaved in a while. Bathing wasn’t exactly on his mind either. That oh so familiar wet dog smell seemed to have plastered itself onto the tall male’s body. Splotches of dried blood, accompanied the array of track marks that stuck to his dirtied pale skin. Guillotine had picked up his old habits again. A few hypodermic needles where carelessly scattered about the floor around the young hellhound. The man wasn’t acting like himself. This was far from normal Gil behavior. The reason for his actions was simple however; the stress that had accumulated over the passed few months had finally gotten to Gil. He fell into an emotional pit that he couldn’t get himself out of. As he sat there, the male could hear a second voice calling him over the sound of the cawing crows. Akhtar? What was he doing here, Didn't he know this was the dangerous side of town? Guillotine slowly lifted his head, and his single blood red eye narrowed. The other was covered by an eye patch. The male didn’t want his alpha to see him like this. The man was probably going to drag him back to Luna’s anyway. The hellhound wouldn’t let this happen. Guillotine gritted his teeth and released a low growl. That red orb of his glared over to the opening to the room. The door had been ripped from its hedges by the previous owner, leaving nothing but a big hole in the wall. “G-go away!” Guillotine barked “You shouldn’t be here!”
((sorry for the wait))
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Post by Deleted on Aug 16, 2012 2:33:19 GMT -5
Akhtar upon entering the room Akhtar covered his mouth from the assault of the putrid smell that filled the room and the air. He used the black keffiyeh that covered his head and draped it around his face to make a make-shift mask. He had not smelled the odor upon his arrival but it was now more pronounced. The room they were in was far to dark for Akhtar the only thing he could see was Gil's eye. Snapping his fingers a small cluster of candles appeared out of the air and lit themselves and started to rotate around the room providing light. Akhtar was able to take in all of Gil's victims. He was take aback to say the least. He could not believe Gil had done this. Many of the poor faces he had seen on the local news. Akhtar's anger was starting to rise. How could Gil have done this? Akhtar had to remember Gil's true nature.
It however was no excuse for the wizard. He had seen Gil was able to live and interact with many of the non-magic world and he did just fine. What caused him to spin out of control and do this? Akhtar slowly started to take in more of the room. He caught a glimpse of a rat running along the sides of the bodies surely feasting off of their corpses. The stench of stale blood filled the air causing Akhtar to grow even more nauseated. His heart twisted with guilt. How could he had allowed this to happen? As the candles passed closer to Gil they illuminated the needles that littered the floor giving off a faint light from the candles light shining upon them.
Akhtar noticed Gil's appearance. He stepped back slightly startled. He spoke out loud, "Gil...you know it is not that easy to be rid of me. Nor do I fear you and your antics so drop the act..." Akhtar's last sentence held some sort of deadly poison within them. If the words were intended to poison Gil they would have. Akhtar's displeasure with the entire situation was slowly becoming more apparent. He looked into Gil's face and said, "What deception is this? Gil this is not you...You look so ragged so unclean. This is not of your nature Guillotine. I expect an explanation. How are you living in this squalor when you have a perfectly good apartment to go to?"
Akhtar was trying to understand what was taking place but he couldn't wrap his thoughts around this. Gil not only had a ragged appearance he now had the eye patch that Akhtar heard rumor of. It was not just his own reputation he was bringing down but he had to think of the reputation of Luna as well. Yet, that was not what Akhtar was there to discuss. He was there to see what was going on and why. He wanted so much to remove the bodies of the children but it would be Gil who did it, not him. Gil had to clean up his own mess.
Akhtar who was dressed in all black paced back and forth across the floor while looking at Gil. His clothing that looked like something more of traditional wizards robes flowed behind him in the wind he created as he moved constantly back and forth watching Gil. He stopped pacing and finally looked at Gil. "Gil I don't know if you know it or not but I have been worried sick about you for the last couple of weeks. You just abandon your life and come to do this? You owe me an explanation if nothing else! I deserve that much! What has gotten into you?!? "
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Post by Guillotine on Aug 17, 2012 17:32:27 GMT -5
The surrounding darkness seemed to be Guillotine’s only friend at the time. His glowing blood red eye saw through the dark veil that engulfed the room. This sort of ‘night-‘vision’ came in handy. The male had no need for a flash light when his own eyes where equip with the ability to see in the dark. It was one of the many perks of being a hound of hell. The beast’s glowing blood red eyes locked onto Akhtar as he entered the room. The man instantly recoiled and covered his nose and mouth with some sort of cloth. Guillotine watched in silence as the wizard summoned an army of candles. When those burning sticks lit up Gil covered his face and released a low and very annoyed growl. The sudden brightness irritated his corneas. He had been so used to the darkness, that even the smallest ounce of light caused him to recoil in pain. “Nn-you…really shouldn’t be here.” He replied, his husky voice echoed along the bare walls of the small room. Slowly the male lowered his arm as his blood red eye began to adjust to the light. He watched the candles move about the room-much like a cat eyeing its next meal. A sort of animalistic glint could be seen inside the young hellhound’s blood red eye. Over the passed few days he had begun to relearn the customs of his hellhound origin. Truth being, he enjoyed every minute of it. The reason for Guillotine’s mental break down was simple. So much had happened over the passed few months that the young hound couldn’t take the stress and emotional pain of it all. So he shut down, with this being the result. Gil Also stayed in this decrypted place because he knew the P.I.D.A would never find him here, or so he thought. A few weeks ago the man had ran into the brutes and they attempted to capture him for his crimes against humanity. Even before this day Guillotine had been slaughtering the innocent. It was what his kind where bred to do. The male was only doing what was natural-per say, his explosive temper never helped ease that part of him, but rather fanned the flames of his instinct. Guillotine’s body tensed when his Alpha ordered him to drop the act. His Alpha’s voice sounded almost angry. Anger was an emotion Akhtar didn’t seem to express too often. Clearly Gil had struck a nerve, and he knew it. The male released a low sigh. “I would have cleaned up a little if I knew you were coming by Akhtar.” A humorless chuckle soon followed. Akhtar’s words where clear. He was displeased by Guillotine’s actions. Hell, Gil could tell the man was upset just by looking at his face. When the candle finally circled to the hellhound Akhtar seemed mortified. Guillotine’s gaze never once dropped, he kept eye contact with his boss. Even when the man spoke, he remained intent of giving the wizard his full undivided attention. “You don’t know me as well as you think Akhtar. This is who I am-This is what I am!” The male yelled his voice began to crack. He didn’t once break eye contact with Akhtar. In the hellhound world this was a sign of a challenge. Gil was mentally challenging his boss with an intense stare. The male’s pale hand then reached over and grasped onto the side of the blood stained wall. The male grunted as he began to lift himself up, all the while he continued to keep eye contact with Akhtar. Gil licked his lips as the sweet smell of blood seeped into his sensitive nose. ” I-I can’t go back.“ He explained, he could feel his bones pop as he finally stood up. He had gotten tired of the candles that where buzz around him like flies. The male lifted his hand and swatted at them. After a minute or two he relaxed and leaned his back against the cool stone wall. Guillotine’s hand slipped into his coat pocket, he fished around before pulling out a pack of smokes and a lighter. He lit the cancer stick up and took a long deep drag. Akhtar then explained how unclean he looked and that he was living in squalor. “It’s safe here. The mess comes with the location. And besides I can do whatever I want here. I kill as much as I please.” After taking yet another long hard drag Gil watched as Akhtar began to pace back and forth like some sort of zoo animal. Finally the man stopped when he spoke his words seemed kind at first, but then the man demanded an explanation. Guillotine’s blood red eye narrowed. The hellhound gritted his fangs and began to growl. “Do you think of me as some kind of pet; a fucking lap dog that has to be looked after?” The hound began he finished up his cigarette and lit up another. “It’s a real shame you think so highly of me Akhtar. Now that I show my true nature you prod me for an explanation.” Guillotine’s temper began to bubble up to the surface. His voice began to crack again, as he began to get more upset. The male began to visibly shake as the memories of past events began to flood into his head. He was beginning to get overwhelmed. ”Y-you see me as some innocent pup. Well, I’m not a fucking pup anymore!!” Guillotine barked. “I don’t owe you anything!”
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Post by Deleted on Aug 19, 2012 20:58:03 GMT -5
The candles that gave light to a room all stopped. They crowded themselves behind Akhtar.They seemed to breathe in the same rhythm as Akhtar. They seemed to be an indicator of his anger. He looked at Gil in disbelief. He could not believe his ears. He knew that Gil was not in his right simply by what was coming out of his mouth. It took a lot of self control to have Akhtar remain as calm as he was in that very moment. How dare Gil question him in that manner when he made it VERY clear why he was there to even begin with. Akhtar feared no one. He took in Gil's body language and scoffed to himself. He challenged Gil back. He narrowed his eyes and the flames on the wicks of the candles grew brighter and larger.
He took a deep breath before he opened his mouth to speak once more. He wanted to strangle Gil at that moment but he decided it was best to just keep speaking to him. "GUILLOTINE!! I am WELL aware of what and WHO you are...Or have you forgotten that I hired you even AFTER you DESTROYED my store AND tried to KILL my assistant. KILL in the literal sense of the word. " How DARE Gil even fix his mouth to say such a thing to him? Akhtar trusted Gil with his life and he attempted to turn on him?
Akhtar took a deep breath and the candle's flames returned to their normal state. Akhtar sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. It was his signature bady language sign of annoyance. He didn't want this to be an argument. He was simply coming to see what was wrong with someone he considered to be more than an employee, but also a friend. The wizard said, "Gil...I am not here to argue with you. I am just trying to figure out what is going on. I am not here to convince you to return with me. If you needed time away why did you not just ask? If you were becoming overwhelmed then you should have said something. I guess I am partly to blame as well...I should have noticed the signs. I am hoping to take some of that stress off of you in the store. I know I ask a lot of you but it is simply because you are a natural born leader like I am. I have the utmost confidence within your abilities. Gil you should have told me. We could have worked something out where it would have been much better than this...", Akhtar said as he motioned to the room they were in and the apartment building as a whole.
The entire time Akhtar spoke he not once broke eye contact with Gil. He held his head high and made sure Gil understood his stance with the entire situation. He was not forgiving this situation. As Gil continued on his rant Akhtar simply stood there and took it all in. He was truly taking in what Gil was saying. It was obvious that Gil was very emotional. about things that were taking place between the pair. The tension was so thick in the room it was almost stifling.
Aktar replied to Gil's demeaning questions, "Of course I don't think you're a pet! You know better than that! I am just simply worried about you! And YES I deserve an explanation if nothing else! You don't agree? You think you can just disappear from a store that YOU run and you don't show back up? You just disappear!!! I tried using magic to look for you and I still could not find you. I had to think like you. I had to believe I were you so I could find out where you went. I went to your apartment and everything. You don't think you owe me that?! You don't think I deserve THAT small amount of respect?" Akhtar was fuming. The flames were jumping on the wicks as he spoke. At times the flames rose dangerously close to the ceiling.
It was a strong display of magic. He was able to speak to Gil and still allow the candles to float freely in the air while maintaining their flames. Gil had struck a nerve with Akhtar. Akhtar was a bit more emotional than Gil was as he came from a large family and they were all very concerned for the well being of the others. Akhtar considered Gil apart of his family here. They all only had each other and he thought it best they all look out for one another. Why couldn't Gil see that? It wasn't Akhtar acting as if he were a pet but more so out of genuine concern...
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Post by Guillotine on Aug 26, 2012 15:33:44 GMT -5
Guillotine’s scruffy face contorted into an angry scowl. His muscles tensed visibly under his pale blood stained flesh as the candles suddenly stopped. A single crimson eye continued to watched Akhtar, its host seemed a little weary. The candles began to crowd behind Akhtar and even breathe as he did. The light began to glow. It was eerie to say the least. Guillotine’s boss accepted his challenge. When the wizard’s eyes narrowed the flames on the candles grew. At that moment in time it seemed that the candles where being used for more than just light. The young hellhound was getting a glimpse of the wizard’s emotions. Guillotine became slightly intimidated by this demonstration of power. He made this known by breaking eye contact for a second or two. Soon enough Akhtar spoke. His words even caused the angry hellhound to flinch. For once Guillotine had nothing to say, he remained quiet. He watched as Akhtar sighed before pinching the bridge of his nose. Guillotine was used to this; he knew Akhtar was annoyed just by that one action. The two had known each other for quite some time. Guillotine had growl attached to the man, but yet it seemed that the stress he was going through would surly cause a rift in their relationship. The hellhound remained silent as Akhtar spoke again. The candles began to dim. The wizard explained that he wasn’t there to argue. The man seemed confident as he continued to speak about the work load, and the fact that Gil didn’t tell him he was leaving. He then went on to explain that he could find a better place to live. “No, this is the safest place…” Guillotine chimed in, he looked away soon after saying that. Guillotine had yet to fill Akhtar in on what had happened the past few weeks. Clearly Guillotine had got into a mess of trouble. Luckily Akhtar was willing to take in the hellhound’s words without killing him. Guillotine was being rather harsh to say the least; however, he did have drugs in his system. This contributed to the erratic outbursts. Guillotine fell silent once more as Akhtar began to explain that he didn’t see Gil as a pet, and that he deserved an explanation because he had been worried sick about the young hellhound. For a while Guillotine stood there. Mulling over his choices. He had several decisions to make. Gil could easily turn on the man, or he could choose to give in. If he decided to give in, there was a good chance he would be going back with Akhtar. If the hellhound chose to fight, he could quite possibly lose his friendship with this man. So many emotions where swimming around inside that head of his. Each and every one seemed to tug him in all different directions. It was hard for the young male to sort out his emotions from his instinct. This time Gil chose to finally give in. “I needed to leave, then and there. I didn’t have time to ask.” He explained before his one good eye began to shimmer with a glint of hopelessness. Damn he could really use another cigarette, or possibly another hit of heroine. The young male’s eyes shifted to a small backpack that sat in the corner. Guillotine had taken the pack from one of his victims. It was a nice little bag that held everything he needed. Gil moved over to the little bag, unzipped it and began to fish for something to calm his nerves. “They are after me-the P.I.D.A.” He continued before grumbling with annoyance, he couldn’t find any more cigarettes. Guillotine quickly spun around and dug into his ragged coat pocket and pulled out the old pack of smokes, he opened it only to find that it was empty. With an angry growl the man crushed the mass in his hand before tossing it aside. With a loud annoyed sigh he then turned back to Akhtar. Guillotine gave in. “Everything went to shit after Akeelah left me. A week or so after we broke up I got into a fight with a demon, the bastard took my eye, and forced me to be his little hellhound pet. He was nice enough to give me a demonic eye though, it hurts every so often.” He finally began to explain. Words just began pouring out of his mouth.“-and now the P.I.D.A wants me. I’m sure they want to put me down.” Gil’s rough pale hand reached up and scratched the light prickly scruff that had begun to grow on his chin. This time he wasn’t looking Akhtar in the eye. His blood red orb trailed about the blood stained floor as if trying to find something to look upon. The words that he uttered next didn’t seem like something that would ever come out of Guillotine’s mouth. His voice cracked as he spoke. “I-I’m a bad dog.” Perhaps it was the drugs in his system that pushed him to say that or it could very well be growing a conscience.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 3, 2012 17:19:27 GMT -5
((sorry about the delay))
Akhtar shook his head sadly. "Gil we have to get you some help...You can't live how you're living right now. It is not healthy...Hellhound or not. You really don't have as much protection in this realm as you do in your own realm. The demon who attacked you....is he very powerful? How long are you bound to him? Together Gil we can get rid of him. The most important thing though is for you to get well first. You are weak. I can feel your aura and it in itself is weak which of course will make you more vulnerable to attacks. "
Akhtar was worried about his employee. Gil was in a very low slump. This was nothing like him and Akhtar wanted to help him get back to where he once was. He wanted to make sure Gil could function without living in fear. They would deal with PIDA but they could wait. This demon character was the first to take off the list.
((Sorry it is short. Today is so hectic. I just wanted to post something))
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Post by Guillotine on Sept 4, 2012 22:16:54 GMT -5
Weak. That word sent shivers up Guillotine’s spine. He loathe that word more than he loathed men. His growing hatred towards the absence of power could turn tides. Despite everything, Akhtar was right. He was weak. The male’s body was deteriorating, and yet he hadn’t gotten out of that situation. This was due to fear. Whether he wanted to admit it or not, he was afraid of getting caught by the P.I.D.A as well as wanting to hold back the fear of getting rejected by Akeelah again. Guillotine had pushed himself into a slump that he couldn’t get himself out of. Luckily he had Akhtar there to help him. After the little chat Guillotine looked away. It took him a moment to gather his words, drugs where still in his system after all. “Yes, the demon is…VERY powerful. I-I don’t think you can beat my…master.” Guillotine replied. He took a few steps back until he felt the wall. Guillotine then sighed as he lowered himself into a sitting position. His single blood red eye looked up at Akhtar. “How long am I bound to him?” He repeated the question as if taking it in for a second time. “I’m his eternal slave. I must serve him for eternity.” The male then scratched his scruffy chin. Perhaps it would be good to go back with Akhtar. The man had a mansion he could stay in. Guillotine was sure the man wouldn’t want to leave him behind anyway. The idea of lying in a nice warm bed brought a light smile to Guillotine’s face. That smile soon faded as Akhtar spoke of taking the shadow demon down. “N-no! I-I can’t let you do that.” Guillotine began. “I signed a contract; I’m bound to Khane no matter what. Besides you would only get yourself killed. Don’t underestimate him!” The male then released a low sigh. Being a free man again wouldn’t be bad, not bad at all. However, Guillotine couldn’t allow Akhtar to throw his life away just for his freedom. Right now in his weakned state Gil was sure he couldn’t do too much convincing. Perhaps after a few days of rest he could talk to Akhtar about the situation. The male grunted as he pushed himself to his feet. He then looked around; damn he hoped no one else heard their little conversation. It would be a shame to have one of Khaine’s demon friends ease dropping on their conversation. “We can talk about this later. This isn’t the place nor the time to be conversing such a matter.” Guillotine then approached his boss. “Lets go.”
(( don't worry. Its all good :3))
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Post by Deleted on Sept 14, 2012 9:21:38 GMT -5
((I'm sorry...Not having the thread thing there is killing me!))
A weak smile formed across Akhtar's face as he realized Gil was taking in what he was saying. He was able to breathe a little easier now. It was saddening to see his friend suffer. It was perhaps a reason all of this is happening? Perhaps it is a warning sign of sorts? It is some higher being telling Gil to get all of his ducks back in a row and get all of his priorities back on the right path. Gil had slowly spiraled out of control. Perhaps it was having power here on earth and in Hell? He had women at his beck and call. Men coward, bowed, and submitted to him in fear. He was the top dog of sorts. He had no one who would dare challenge him for fear of their own life. Yet the second another hellhound came into the town Gil's defenses went up. He lost his footing of sorts.
Akhtar shook his head sadly. How could Gil sign something that would bind him to a demon for all of eternity. It had to have been the drugs clouding his judgment. Akhtar looked to him as he slid down the wall and summoned a chair for himself to sit in. He wouldn't dare lean or touch anything in the decrepit apartment. He spoke in a reassuring tone to Gil, "Gil...you don't have to worry about me going to find this demon and fighting him. I wouldn't be so foolish as to go at it alone with him. Just don't underestimate me either. Remember...my family is very powerful." Akhtar would have continued to question Gil about the contract and what he was thinking but they were making good strides with leaving the depressing place so he wouldn't start another potential argument.
When Akhtar heard Gil say that he wanted to leave a large smile came across his face. He did not want to remain in that place. It just brought down his energy and his entire being. Akhtar stood waving his hand and the chair was once more gone. The many candles that illuminated the room were extinguished all but two that floated in front of Akhtar lighting the way to the exit. He wanted to get out of the place. The police would have to be alerted of the contents so many of the parents could at least put to rest the agony of not knowing where there children were. The families of the adults could officially mourn for their loved ones as well. Gil had really done a number here. P.I.D.A was the last thing on Akhtar's radar. He compared them to Mrs. Kravitz off of Bewitched. She would see something but no one else saw it. At this point they were only looking crazy. Gil could be protected as long as he didn't go out of control.
Akhtar looked to Gil and said, "You're right...This isn't the place to discuss such matters. My home is more appropriate. Don't worry...your room is exactly how you left it from months ago. No one has entered it...You are more than welcomed to stay there for as long as needed..." With that Akhtar started walking out of the door. His driver had too returned and sat waiting patiently...albeit nervously, for his boss's return. He jumped out of the car and rushed to open the door for Akhtar. They had come in Akhtar's S550 Mercedes. It was with tinted windows so that would better protect Gil's identity now. One could never be too sure of who was watching them...
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Post by Guillotine on Sept 15, 2012 18:53:46 GMT -5
Guillotine had to thank his stars that Akhtar was there to help him. If his boss hadn’t gone looking for him, there would have been a high chance that Gil could have spent the rest of his life living in that shithole of a home. The male had nothing to go back to. Akeelah dumped him, and he was afraid of returning to his apartment. Akhtar gave the young hound a reason to get out and live again. Gil’s boss was right. Guillotine had become weak; weak and foolish. The young male had sunk so low that he was living in pure garbage. He was no different from the scavenging rodents living in the sewage. If only he could see himself, then maybe he would be a little more understanding. For the time being Gil agreed, he would go with Akhtar. The beast knew the man’s home was protected by magic. But would that be enough to keep the P.I.D.A from knocking on his door? Well, It was worth a shot. As Guillotine sank onto the floor he began to think. His single forest green eye looked about his room. He took in the sights of his decrepit living space and sighed. Akhtar must be ashamed of him. The wizard had summoned a chair and sat down in it. This came as no surprise. The prince probably didn’t want to get his cloths dirty. Guillotine looked to the ground and remained quiet. His sensitive ears where beginning to pick up on the sounds of rats fighting over a bit of flesh in the corner. The hound was tempted to go after them and silence the squabbling rodents. This thought was interrupted as Akhtar spoke. He stated that he wasn’t foolish enough to go out and find the demon on his own. He then added that his family was powerful and shouldn’t be underestimated. Guillotine gave the man a weak nod. The hound could recall a time that he ‘met’-or rather saw Akhtar’s father. The beast could remember the man turning into a large monstrous phoenix. Could that kind of power really take down Khaine? Gil mulled over the idea for a moment before he told Akhtar that this wasn’t the place to discuss such matters. The wizard agreed. He then stated that they could continue their conversation at his home, and that the hound’s room was left untouched. A large toothy grin creased Guillotine’s lips. He was happy to hear no one went through his stuff. Not that there was too much to go through. The thought of someone touching his chew toys had always bothered him. The male was happy Akhtar understood. Guillotine rose as his boss did. Akhtar seemed pleased to leave the messy apartment; with one flick of his wrist the chair he had once summoned disappeared. With that the two exited the run-down home. Once outside Guillotine stopped and watched as Akhtar’s driver opened the door for the wizard. Guillotine looked around the open graffiti filled streets. Things seemed a bit too calm. Perhaps the lugourious car scared the filthy creatures away? The hound continued to look around until a familiar sound caught his ears. It was the cawing of crows. Gil’s single forest green eye looked up to see a flock of crow sitting there on the top of ‘his’ apartment building. They seemed to be calling him back. After all he did bring them a great deal of food. One crow inpartucilar fluttered down and landed by the tall man’s side. This obviously was Guillotine’s familiar, Nyx. She released a loud caw before the small creature hobbled into the car. Gil released a low snort as he too entered the car. The tall male plopped down into the comfortable seat. He reeked like a wet dog and the smell of rotten flesh. No doubt he didn’t smell nearly as good as the car he was riding in. Nyx remained in the floor, she seemed rather relaxed. Guillotine on the other hand was nervous. “N-Nice car?” He stated as he looked out the tented windows. "We are going strait to your house right?"
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Post by Deleted on Sept 16, 2012 14:36:44 GMT -5
As Akhtar became comfortable in his seat a bird flew in the car with him. He was ready to rush it out of the car when Gil made it obvious that he knew the bird. Akhtar looked at Ahmed through the rear view mirror. The two shared a knowing look. Ahmed and Akhtar spoke without moving their mouths. Neither of them broke the stare. From the outside looking in, one would think the pair were having a staring contest. Akhtar was telling Ahmed to prepared himself because Gil was not as he last remembered him. Ahmed remembered Gil as a cocky bastard. A person he could hardly stand to be in the room with however he tolerated him out of his loyalty for Akhtar. Ahmed liked the hellhound a small bit as he too was loyal to Akhtar. He figured there had to be some small good in Gil. Hellhound or not. He however had no doubts that he would kill Gil if he had to.
As Gil's foul stench filled the car Ahmed blurted out, "Allaaaaah...(Oh God.)" He now saw why Akhtar's mouth and nose were covered by his head covering. The male was not trying to disguise himself but keep the foul odor from assaulting his senses. Ahmed let all of the windows down. There was no way he was going to make the drive across town while his senses were raped endlessly by Gil's foul odor. Once Gil had closed the door he stepped outside after Akhtar nodded his head. Akhtar realized that calling the authorities and alerting them of the whereabouts of the missing individuals would not be smart for himself and not safe for Gil as it would bring attention to both. He had diplomatic immunity and he was wealthy but Gil's mere association with him could only protect him for so long.
Ahmed stepped onto the sidewalk and held his hands out and said, "**Morsmordre!! " A large explosion came from within the building itself. It was as if the building imploded. Once the authorities would get the fire under control which would take hours because Ahmed cast an intense fire burning spell they would believe it was an unchecked gas leak within one of the lines that ran through and under the building that caused the explosion. It would be thought that the electricity in the air caused the freak accident. No fingers could be pointed at Gil. The large explosion rocked the car slightly and the large leaping flames illuminated Akhtar's face for a moment. He turned from looking out of the window next to Gil and returned his attention back to the street out of the front window. His face was expressionless. Almost like stone. It was a side few would see of the young prince who was always thought of as jovial and full of life. this was a hard thing for him to do. He felt bad that those families would still yet to find peace but he had to protect Gil first.
Ahmed entered the car and started and pulled off. He drove through the traffic as he headed to Akhtar's home. Akhtar looked over to Gil and said, "It is no reason to be nervous now Gil. You're safe. You see there is this thing with magic. We can turn away the unwanted and uninvited. Anyone who comes to my home with the intent to do any harm to anyone who inhabits my home or is merely a visiting guest, will have the sudden urge to be elsewhere. They will forget why they were even headed to my home. It is nothing for you to worry about." Ahmed drove and touched the bluetooth set that was in his ear calling Bismillah. The two spoke in Arabic as he was telling her to have several hand maids to draw Gil a bath and have it steaming hot. Prepare him a soothing massage. They would bathe him in both the burning hot water and oils. They would use many of the essential oils of Akhtar's native homeland/kingdom that would help heal Gil. In order for him to get healed and even help with his missing eye he would have to visit the natural magical springs of the kingdom. It would take a lot of convincing on Akhtar's part to get the stubborn hellhound to go.
They pulled up to Akhtar's mansion and the gates slowly parted allowing them access to the home. Akhtar looked over to Gil and said, "Welcome home..." They pulled up to the front door and were greeted by Bismillah who waited eagerly to see Gil. She would surely waste no time snatching him out of the car and rushing him off into the home to take him to the lower level of the home where it was a full service spa in one of the wings of the home. He would be cared for by many beautiful young women who would ensure that he got to feeling better as quickly as possible. The first thing for him would be a burning hot bath and a shave...
**Morsmordre is indeed a spell from Harry Potter but I didn't feel like being very creative and coming up with one of my own so I got creative and changed the meaning of that one XDDDDDD....I know...so lazy!
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Post by Guillotine on Sept 16, 2012 21:01:07 GMT -5
Once inside the car Guillotine began to relax. He was in a more stable environment now. Just knowing this seemed to calm his nerves. The male looked about the car, for a brief moment he caught Akhtar and his driver having a staring contest. Gil cocked his head to the side like a young pup. It seemed that Akhtar was asserting his dominance over the driver by giving the man a challenging stare. In hellhound society and intense stare like that was a challenge to a rival. The young hellhound was never to fund of the driver in the first place. Perhaps this little stare down was what the driver needed; it seemed that Akhtar was keeping him in check. Little did he know his interpretation of the staring contest’ was wrong. It turned out the two were having a silent conversation, one that guillotine couldn’t possibly understand.
The male grumbled like an old tired man before he looked out the window. He no longer paid attention to the two men but rather looked out of the car window. He surly wouldn’t miss the run down home he had lived in. The place was way too open to the elements, and not nearly as warm as he wanted. The only good thing about this run down building had to be the fact that no one dared to enter it. He could kill as much as he pleased and no one ever went inside to stop him. (Well no one other than Akhtar of course.) Unfortunately his dream home left him incapacitated and weak. The place didn’t hold a bathroom, so showering and shaving hadn’t been an option. Clearly Gil hadn’t bathed since he left his apartment. It was quite pitiful to say the least, but strangely enough Gil didn’t see a problem with it. Gil was living like a homeless mutt for so long that he seemed immune to his own putrid odor. Guillotine sat there in silence until the windows began to roll down. Ahmed had mumbled something before doing this. It was in an entirely different language, one that Gil didn’t understand. It was strange that the male had picked up on Akhtar’s Arabic tongue however he never once attempted to learn it. Perhaps it would be too much for the hound. The young male’s eyes then narrowed as Ahmed exited the car. What was he up too? Guillotine glared at the man as he stood in front of the decrepit building. The hellhound growled. He didn’t like this, not one bit. Suddenly the man spoke, this word, it was strange. It was a word Gil had never heard before; soon after the building exploded. A loud dog like yipe surged from Guillotine’s throat as he jumped into the floor board and seemed to cower there like some sort of pup. After a minute Gil picked his head up and slowly crawled back into his seat. Hiss muscles where still tense and his face sported a large frown. As unsettling as this was, he noticed that Akhtar remained calm. It was unusual for his Alpha to hold such a serious face. As Akhtar spoke, it reassured Guillotine that everything was going to be ok. “I hope you’re right...” It seemed that the danger had passed; for the moment anyway. Once Arabic jumped back into the car they sped off. Like any other canine Guillotine couldn’t help but to stick his head out of the window as they drove through traffic. Every so often the male would growl at a nearby car as they passed them on the highway. There were so many sights and smells to take in that it nearly drove the male’s senses crazy. After a short car ride the trio pulled up to Akhtar’s estate. As soon as they arrived Gil seemed tempted to jump out the window and mark his territory onto the building. It had been a while since he had last visited Akhtar’s mansion, and he was eager to replace his scent onto the very foundation. He was unable to do this though; when the door opened Guillotine was acknowledged by one of Akhtar’s friends who went by the name of Bismillah. Before he could even attempt to walk over to the wall he was snatched up and drug into the home. “W-w-wait! I gotta’ do something first!” He barked however his words went unnoticed as he was stripped and put into a nice warm bath.
At first the man attempted to fight it. After the liquid warmed his tired bones the man began to settle down. He sat there and let the servants scrub the dirt and grime from his pale flesh. The warm water felt nice against his scarred frame. As pleasant as the water was, it didn’t seem to compare to the attention he was getting. There were quite a few lovely ladies accompanying him. Needless to say he shouldn’t have been enjoying it as much as he was; after all he was recently dumped for cheating on his dear mate. After the bath Gil seemed to smell a lot better. His tall frame no longer withheld the putrid odor of a dumpster. Now he seemed to smell like lavender. Next he was pushed into a separate room where he was pampered like a show poodle. A bathrobe was then placed around Gil’s nude frame and he was sent to his room to get dressed. Instead of getting real cloths on the male just slipped on some boxers. He looked around the room with his one good eye and smiled. His boss was right; it hadn’t been touched since he left. Oh how he missed this little place. He’d nearly forgotten about the small heat lamp that Akhtar had bought him. The large lamp was place above a mountain of fluffy pillows. Guillotine flipped the switch on and lied under it with a content smile.
((HAHA XD Its all good. Lol HP. Sorry the ending on my post is a little iffy I wasn't sure how to end it XD))
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Post by Deleted on Sept 17, 2012 23:16:35 GMT -5
((I hope you don't mind but I am going to do a VERY small time skip. I also actually like your ending. It fits perfectly into what I wanted to do!))
It had been three days since Gil's return to Akhtar's home. Akhtar didn't bother Gil. He would allow the other male to come around and talk to him when he was ready. He heard from Bismillah that Gil was already starting to look better. He had been eating and resting. Akhtar could tell this was going on as his grocery bill had increased greatly. He was happy to provide a bit of peace for the hell hound. He had gone through so much recently. Although Akhtar knew they would have to ahve a serious talk he didn't want to badger him hours after he had started to relax.
Akhtar wanted Gil to have time to heal emotionally, mentally, and physically. It was obvious that whatever he had gone through with PIDA and Akee, Akhtar wasn't sure how much more the hellhound could take. Akhtar entered the large study that was on the main level. He sat down behind the desk and rubbed his temples. He was trying to think of a way to bring up things with Gil. I mean it was a bit of an elephant in the room. Akhtar didn't want to cause tensions to rise once more. Akhtar didn't know what to do.What would be a solution to solve all of Gil's problems? Perhaps a vacation of sorts? Maybe he should just ask Gil himself.
He pressed one of the buttons on his desk linking him to Gil's room/area of the home and said, "Gil....Can you come to my study on the main level please?"
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Post by Guillotine on Sept 19, 2012 18:19:51 GMT -5
The past couple of days had been pure bliss for the young hellhound. He didn’t have to worry about the P.I.D.A, or when he would get his next meal. Guillotine was pampered from the start, not that he minded. The male loved attention. After resting for a few days Guillotine’s appearance and over all attitude began to improve. The male’s confidence was beginning to come back. His gate seemed to uphold his usual ‘confident’ stride as he walked. The hellhound was having a blast at his ‘Alphas’ estate. There was so much space to move around, and new places to explore. Most of the time, Guillotine could be found outside in Akhtar’s garden soaking up the sun’s rays. Today would be a different story however. Guillotine looked out his bed room window. The heavens where filled with dark grey clouds. The beast would stay inside for now. He hated the rain.
The large grey beast trotted over to his bedside and stretched. His largemouth opened and produced a loud beastly yawn. Gil preferred his hellhound form over any other. But in most situations he would be forced to stay in his human one. Now that he was living with Akhtar he could be in his true flesh for as long as he wanted. A smirk graced Guillotine’s maw as he jumped onto his bed. He nearly crushed his little crow pet while doing so. Nyx fluttered her wings and cawed angrily at Gil. She then hobbled over to one of the pillows that lay on the far side of the bed. The large hellhound seemed to roll his single blood red eye. “Whatever, this is MY bed. Get over it.” Gil barked as his little bird companion scoffed at his answer. The hellhound yawned before plopping down onto the comfortable bed sheets and closed his eye. His right eye was kept closed, unless he was in his human form. It wasn’t like he could see out of his demonic eye anyway. With a low sigh the young male began to relax once more. As happy as Guillotine was he couldn’t help but to feel that something was missing. Since Akeelah left him the male had been feeling rather lonely. Akeelah had been his first real mate, and now that she was gone he was beginning to miss her terribly.
Just as Guillotine began to think about his dear Ex-mate Akhtar called for him over the speaker-like machine. Gil opened his eyes and perked his head up. Akhtar wanted to talk? The large beast grumbled like a tired old male as he picked himself up and jumped off the bed. Gil shook himself as he trotted over to the door; he pushed it open with ease and made his way down to Akhtar’s quarters. Guillotine began to wonder what Akhtar wanted. Soon enough the large hellhound made it to the room. He opened the door with his muzzle and trotted inside. ”You called?” the large beast cooed as he sat down in front of Akhtar’s desk. He waggled his bony tail while he waited for an answer.
(( Its all good))
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Post by Deleted on Sept 22, 2012 23:00:52 GMT -5
Akhtar looked up and smiled weakly at Gil. "Yes...Yes I did. We need to talk Gil. So how we're going to do this..." Akhtar stopped and looked at Gil realizing he was still in his hell hound form. Akhtar sighed, "Gil...do me a favor please, go into your human form. I know normally I wouldn't ask you to do something so trivial but I really want to talk to you face to face in the human sense. What I have to talk to you about is very serious. " Akhtar had decided within those few moments that he was indeed going to suggest that Gil go to Zahirah and get him some real TLC. What he had provided him with thus far was good BUT it wasn't nearly enough. Akhtar was merely worried about Gil. He wanted the hell hound to be back to his old cocky self. The blow he received from Akeelah leaving him and P.I.D.A being on his case. Akhtar was worried a bout the mans mental health.
He looked down at his hands thinking how he would word his suggestion to Gil. One thing he learned with Gil was that you had to word things correctly or he would take serious offense to something most people would consider a friendly suggestion.
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