Adventure Time! (Open)

[catalina]

It was yet another one of those days for the young child, where roaming through the large house had been surprisingly ended her curiosity for now. Instead, she found herself on one side while the animals which she presumed were called horses in English, were on the other. Her body wasn't large enough to see up close, so she climbed the fence a bit and was now sitting on the second to top post whilst leaning against the other with her arms around it and lips pressed on the fence. Hiding in that sort of way, where she was safe, but not really, at least the comfort of hiding behind one board of wood was enough to Catalina. Small feet kicked lightly at the fence 2x4 beneath her, as green hazel eyes watched the large animals move about grazing. Her attention was so intent on the large animals, that anything around her was blocked out completely. The bottom lip was sucked into her mouth, and like a chameleon, Catalina was silent.

The kicking of her feet had caught the attention of a few horses, and ended up having them slowly make their way towards her. Though at her small height, along with the height at which she was currently at sitting at the second 2x4 post, the girl freaked. Falling back with a large squeal, Catalina fell hard onto the grass beneath. Eyes were wide with fright while the large animal looked over the fence at her, disappearing, she though it was gone. Only to return back in between the cracks of the fence. Another squeal, and frantic movements backward only to realize that the animal was soon grazing the fresh grass beneath her feet, had her wondering. So, with a cautious small hand, she put her hand out to touch the horses nose. The movement and soft hair beneath her fingers tickled. Giggling, Catalina pulled her hand back, only to touch it again, and have the horse move it's head to nudge her a bit. This of course frightened the girl a bit, having her pull her hand back again. A long focus on the horse, brought her hand to the grass, pulling it up and holding it out for the horse. At first she was very wary, but soon let that fear drip off her, when the horse went to tickle her hand with it's lips whilst eating the grass she pulled. Liking it, the small girl continued to give the horse grass, little bits at a time, and every so often to touch it's nose again.

[Zory Donnikova]

He hadn't come to the stables to pay mind to the horses as, in truth, he'd made it his business to stop becoming attached to animals when he'd realized that they would just be taken away from him - and cruelly too. Zory had actually believed he'd managed to stop becoming emotionally invested in anything that could die and die easily, but this had rather recently been proven wrong on a great many levels. His heart still ached when he thought of Abigail and what had happened to her...and while he would never dream of going against the vampire he called 'mistress', he could hate her just a little bit for taking what he had thought was a thing of beauty out of this world and thus snuffing out what little light was left in his life. But at least he still had the place that she had loved more than anything...and that place was the stables that had been both her home and her life's work. 


Now, Zory had been intending on being alone. Solitude was best for thinking, and for talking to the dead as well. It was something he'd often indulged in when no one else was around, and when he was sure Catalina was safely ensconced somewhere in the house. Tonight that was especially important as Catalina was actually the topic of 'discussion' he'd had in mind. What he had been thinking in purchasing her from the slaver's block, he hadn't a clue. But it had become more and more apparent to him that he'd been foolish, and impulsive for doing so. He could only chalk it up to her being human and still sweet and innocent enough to not realize the horrors of this world. And how he'd been grieving his Abigail's loss so deeply that he'd merely wanted to try and get a piece of her back. But Catalina was no Abigail, at least, she wasn't yet and perhaps never would be and it was wrong of him to try to make her thus. He knew this, though only in the way that someone being told something was 'wrong' knew it without actually understanding the reasoning behind it. And because of this, he needed to talk things out. Figure out his plans for her, and the only person he'd ever been able to even remotely talk to had been the dhampir girl that he'd loved in secret. 

The child vampire sighed a bit, raking fingers back through his own hair as his stocky frame made it's way down the paths that were familiar to him, even in the dark...and then stopped short at what he saw. The very person he'd meant to 'discuss' was there, at Abigail's stables and Abigail's fence, and...of all things, apparently playing with Abigail's horses. Well, Sarin's horses really but to Zory they'd always been Abigail's too considering she had cared for the creatures. Such a thing made him momentarily angry, the rage so quick and so overpowering that his fists clenched reflexively and his teeth clenched. No! An inner voice screamed. She has no right to touch them! They aren't hers! Soon though a calmer voice sounded...harsher, yes, but calmer. 'She' is dead and gone. The horses don't care so why should you? And though the reasoning was sound to Zory's way of thinking, he couldn't exactly just shove all that sudden anger aside. So as he grew nearer, a hand reached out and grabbed at the smaller girl, wanting to physically drag her back to the house and chain her to a wall so she would just stay put but instead just gently pulling her away from the fence and then keeping his hold on her. "You are out late. Why?" he asked gruffly, his expression never once softening as it would almost seem that Zory's face was made for scowling.   

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[catalina]

The small child nearly jumped from her clothes when the hand pulled her away, and firmly kept her there. Wide frightened eyes looked up at the child vampire, pulse quickening and slowing from the sudden intrusion on her little bit of peaceful happiness. Water threatened to flood her eyes, and all she could do was just stare up with surprise and fright. Mouth was slightly a part, Catalina had felt like she was caught doing something she wasn't supposed to and frankly, she was out late anyways so it was doing something she wasn't supposed to do. The 'why' was a word she had come to recognize as a meaning of trouble and time outs alone. So when the child vampire spoke that word, she felt the rush of the tears spread, as if she had done something wrong, "N-am făcut nimic. Am vrut doar pentru a juca și de a explora. Vă rugăm am făcut nimic greșit! Tocmai am fost atacat de animale! Îmi pare rău" by the end, her words became a gibberish of sobs, small fists rubbing her eyes and legs pulling up to cower from him. It wasn't the matter of what she had done, it was the matter of getting caught and having to deal with it that caused her to cry. She had felt like she did a bad thing and would be shipped off again to a slave block, so she cried, wanting to mend things but feeling as if she'd done all wrong, as a child would think so in such a fragile age as hers.

After a while of sobbing, she mustered up the words she had learned in English from when she was in the blocks, "pleas..." hiccups came too, in between sobs, "don't want tabe sent way". Green hazel eyes rose to look up with sad puppy eyes, "be good. I be good." she tried hard to remember the words and spit them out, while grabbing onto his hand that was still firmly placed on her. The hiccups still happened, but the sobbing lessened drastically, and the tears still flowed freely.