forum Contracts (CLOSED)

Started November 01, 2018 by @KoffeeOwl

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Zackary’s eyes flew open and he squeaked, flying back away from her at the sudden flash of pain. He curled his wings around himself protectively, gazing at her like an owl, his feathers fluffed out.

Juliet jumped backed just as he did. "Zack… I'm sorry." she apologized quickly, raising her hands to show that she wasn't going harm him any more. "Zackary, I'm done. I just had to put it back into place…"

Zackary plopped down in the corner where the walls met each other and curled up real smol, gazing at her owlishly. His wings fluttered as he leaned on them, but they didn’t seem to mind his weight very much.

This is what you signed up for, darling, a voice at the back of her mind reminded her. She grumbled but agreed. This was her's to deal with now. She inched closer to him. "Will you let me touch you?" Her voice soft and beckoning. "I just want to check your nose and put some ice on it, maybe, so it doesn't get any worse." She reached out a hand to him, her fingers lightly brushing the fluff of his wings.

Zackary growled at her softly. He wasn’t a great person when it came to pain. His contractors always told him this. In past experiences they had told him that even if they swung towards him the wrong way, he’d either 1) fluff out and go instinctive mode of protection or 2) totally rip their face off.

((I love how they're acting like children now. XD))
Juliet whined like a child. "Zack, I said I'm sorry!" She folded her and stomped her foot. "I'll feel better once you let me put some ice on it. I promise!"
What were they doing? Acting like kids fighting over a swing-set. Juliet couldn't help it though, she just wanted regular, ol' Zack. Not the fluffy owl in the corner.

Zackary’s eyes slitted unhappily and he clicked his teeth like an unhappy guinea pig. He shuffled closer into the wall, feeling maybe Julie should be glad he didn’t totally tear her apart.

Juliet huffed before she turned from him. What could she do to prove to him that she was not the enemy here? She gasped when the idea hit her. She ran into the kitchen and got to work. Soon returning with a big plate of food, steaming hot, the scent wafting in the air.

Zackary peered out at her when she entered the room, sniffing the air earnestly. He unfurled himself slowly and stood slowly, his eyes on the food.

((Yesss~ Food solves everything!))
There we go! She thought with a smile. She held out the plate. "Ham, you favorite~" She blew over the plate, seemingly sending the scent his way. "And it's all yours…." she drawled as she waited until he came close. She then held out a small Ziploc bag filled with ice. "It's all yours as long as you keep this ice on your nose for the rest of the day, 20 minutes on, 20 minutes off."

Zackary’s wings shivered unhappily as she mentioned ice. Zackary didn’t like ice, nor the cold very much. Especially ice. Most definitely ice.
“Ah, no, it’ll be fine.”

Dropping her hand, she frowned. "Are you sure?" She asked with a worried look in her eyes.

Zackary nodded. “I’m positive. My magic’ll fix it right up.” He nonchalantly waved a hand and started to hungrily scarf down the ham without a second thought.

Julie sighed, looking at him for a second before turning. "As long as your alright." she said with a shrug. Something inside pained, feeling a bit rejected. Oh stop it Julie! He didn't choose a plate of food over you.

Zackary nodded and plopped down on the floor. “‘M fine.” He smiled a bit up at her.

Okay, maybe he did…but what does it mean to you?

She really had to meditate on that question, alone. She gave him a half-heart smile and wandered into the living room, where she sat on a broken-in recliner. She tried to make sense of her reaction, of her feelings, and of reasonings. She gave up with a answer she immediately refused.

Zackary was absolutely and blissfully unaware of what he did. He was hungry. As always. But she seemed to be a bit more disturbed and closed around him. Did he do something wrong? It’s natural for him to be protective over his contractors.

Juliet bit her nail in thought as she wandered from the living room and up the steps. "I'll be in my room." she called to Zack. "Qhuinn is in the play-pen, in the living room. If you come up, bring him with you."

She drifted through the door of the bedroom and to her bed. Taking out her laptop, she snuggled within her blankets and prepared to do some work. But her finger's had other plans. They flew across her keyboard with speed, letters appearing in the Google search engine.

History of Demon contractors

History of Demon contractors was much different in this world than what you would get if you looked something up of the like here, in our world.

It showed pictures of proud-looking Humans with a haughty Demon or Demoness trailing them like an animal. Some showed them in chains, with a collar around their necks. It gave definition of what it was like to be a Demon-contractor, and how power-bringing it was. History itself was unknown. It showed the most— most latest, that is— of contracts, since it was easier to document.

Juliet growled in frustration after her fruitless search. There was no useful information, no origin, testimony, or guidelines she could find. She opened another tap and stared at the empty search bar. Everything she had read had made it seem as though the humans contracted the demons…. not the other way around as she had assumed. And all the contracts she had seen were humans asking for mundane and disgusting things. She had only taken solace in not finding one of Zack's contracts there. No wonder he's so abrasive… she thought as she closed the tabs and shut her computer. Sour with the reminder that she had wasted a lot of time, she went back to the stairs, peeking down them to see if Zack was still on the floor, eating.

She tried to picture him with a leash on or a collar, but her mind could hardly form the image. She didn't want to. There's no way i'm chaining him up like a slave.

Zackary had laid down on the floor on his squishy tummy, his arms under him, with his wings covering him like a blanket. He was nibbling at the ham with only his mouth, his wings shivering happily as he ate, his eyes half-closed. Abrasiveness was not the word to describe him when he was comfy. Ever so rarely was he comfortable in his own body or a new place, but he found this place to be an exception.

Juliet smiled and cooed to herself.Who would want to enslave someone so adorable?
"Are you full?" She asked softly, descending the stairs with quiet steps as not to disturb him.

Zackary started when she spoke, jolting his head up. He shifted out of his laying position and sat up with his legs splayed out again, staring at her, his gaze dull and dark, as it always was.
“Not really. Tired.”