Erotisch shifted uneasy in her submissive position fighting the chill that ran down her spine. He threatened her; it seemed more a promise to some, as if he expected her to actually betray him. Her word meant nothing to him and it stung her ego. This was a side of Roen she had never seen before, and it scared her beyond her years of training in the Slave Chambers. A part of her already regretted this day - requesting time with him, seeking his help with.. Whatever his name was. Out of her peripheral, the slave watched as her superior rose from his crouched position and watched as his shadow rose a hand to touch its chest. Concern flooded her - enough so she dared to lift her chin, gazing blindly up at him to make sure he was actually in a well enough position to be standing. She had a small fear of punishment for such an act, but felt the payout of a clear conscious was worth such a punishment. As his hand moved down, aimed to touch the top of her head, the feline lowered her gaze once more, eyeing the green grass as if it held some sort of merit or rewards for doing so. It wasn't long until the heat of his hand was felt against her head - the weight of him almost impossible to bare for her shoulders alone. She was small to him, in comparison - nothing of equal mass.. The feeling of pressure as he scratched through thick strands and eventually touching flesh beneath, down around the sensitivities of her ears before he spoke, drawing them up to catch words spoken from his lips. Tomorrow, thereafter. A part of her wanted to run from him today – one last chance of a freedom she had long grown accustomed too. It was then Erotisch felt the weight of his hand lift from her head, the chill of the air dampening heavy strands of hair before her own silver gaze lifted to look at her Master. It was an apologetic, almost pitiful look she gave him. Almost as if she was apologizing for her thoughts of one last night of freedom; ones that stayed locked away to be broken later and probably used against her. He tried to smile, his failed attempt smacked her in the face like a proverbial hand. He was troubled, pained, and she knew it was not for taking her freedom from her once again. He spoke of the one thing he requested from her today, her shame showed almost instantly. She had ruined the day. A simple meeting with Roen, to ease her mind, put to rest her torment she was going through emotionally. She had to bring the things in her jacket, and it was where they still sat. It almost wasn’t worth it. To ruin a beautiful day with her paranoid tendencies. The shame she felt played right into his words, ears dropped once more, resting against the thick strands of red hair as if she was in trouble for doing so. His command, though it was heard didn’t register as one until a few moments later. The mention of the jacket and basket of food was acknowledged with a slight nod of her head. Through it all, she stayed silent. Shifting her weight, Erotisch lifted from her kneeling position, almost as gracefully as her shift was to sit at the beginning of their day, she was standing, coming to just about his shoulders before she turned to face him. Thick tail flickered behind her, the tip twitching expectedly. Tiny hands folded in front of her, wrists crossing over one another as her fingers laced together almost romantically. He spoke of things to show, which brought an excitement to Ero’s pretty features, a smile twitching at the corners of her lips, her eyes bright and filled with motion once again. He was on the move, and Ero was within only a few feet of him the whole time. One a few times did she skip a step to catch up, often times staying within steps as he took them. The slave watched the bare feet of her Master pat on the ground and was sure her boot hit at exactly the same time. Being in step with their Master was a skill set oft-times overlooked. But with how much she’d been trained, to add the sound of her footstep was distracting to some and unacceptable to her. The long hallway was regarded less times then it should have been; left unappreciated by her. She kept her attention on Roen as much as she could. Looking for facial cues of what was going on, where they were going, and what the next move was going to be. Her smile and excitement lessened each turn they took to get deeper into the underbelly of the Lore-Spire. It was when he finally stopped, Erotisch turned to view the direction she’d come from, finding it as dark as she expected it.. Much like the tunnel at the end of a persons’ life, this one held no light at the end, no peace and no joy. She felt drained down here, almost like the weight of being underground was actually upon her shoulders. It was when the slave turned back, the statue was regarded with an awe often times mistaken for impressive. She stood at the base of the bell bottom, gazing up, head nearly tilted all the way back as those ears laid flat against her head again. The statue was beautiful, if it was possible, wings covered her body in a fashion that made Erotisch miss her own. A beautiful set she did have one, large and something that actually deserved that look of impressive.
This was the first time Erotisch had broken her submissive demeanor. The part that would have stopped such a statement was still awe-struck as she spoke. “She..?” Erotisch turned silver hues to his amber ones, tilting her head in curiosity. He spoke of the statue as if it was alive and it unnerved her slightly. Ero stepped forward slowly, placing her hand, uninvited upon the statue much like he had, expecting to feel a pulse beneath her fingertips. “My help?” She turned her gaze upwards again, lips parting as she gazed almost romantically towards the statues etched face, down over the wings that kept her modesty, over the curve of her hips, her thighs. She continued to listen further, as her attention slowly made its way towards her hand upon the statue. Half of her feared it to drain her very life from her. With what she had seen from the Devil the last several minutes, she would not put it past him. She pulled her hand away quickly at this thought, hugging it to her chest while the other massaged the palm between thumb and fingers. “What strength, Roen?” She was short, almost so that it surprised her causing a heat to rise to her cheeks and her eyes to avoid contact with him. Did he not remember she came to him for strength, and protection? She was here because she didn’t have the strength. He knew this, his demand was impossible for her. The ring upon her finger, the one he’d given her was regarded with a bit of a sigh. “This -“ She lifted the hand decorated with said ring “ - This is all the strength I have.” And it wasn’t the ring, but the fact she felt it was linked to him in some way. Without hesitation Erotisch turned away from Roen, shaking her head. “I can’t help with this.” There was a time, years ago, she would have been able help. Her abilities – healing, they were gifts from the Gods as she matured through her host body. They started coming, and by the time she was eighteen, she had fully formed healing capabilities. Often times they’d come of their accord, other times, she had to beg them. All times she was left weak, wounded and vulnerable. She enjoyed healing, but only when she felt safe enough to do so. With the protection of a Master she trusted, Erotisch could heal most wounds. Until she was punished for falling in love – her wings were taken, her powers removed, as far as she knew. Remembering this painful event, Erotisch’s left hand moved over her shoulder, rubbing just above the ‘x’-shaped scar on her right shoulder blade, where her wings used to sprout. “I can’t help you, Roen. I’m sorry.” She turned to him now, sadness, shame. What was he going to do with her if she wasn’t able to help him? She did not know if he knew of her abilities, and would no volunteer the information – this was one last thing she had to herself, and it would stay that way.