Turbank Throwdown.

Date: November Seventh. ????.
Location: Canyon River Valley.... Afghanistan.
Surroundings: Desert. Just sand. With Sandstone-constructed Housing, Many typical Civilians walk Amidst the Bazaar.

-Klayton Kordoh is his name. He bore a black duster trench-coat and a ski-mask, With a fedora, Black Leather pants and Black Loafers, He stands in the middle of the Bazaar, Motionless. Hands hidden in his duster.. Something is awry about this picture..-

-People tend to stop and stare at him, Yet not making contact, He dawns an ammunation belt across his body and none of his skin is showing on his person.-

(Go.)

Madison stumbled into the bar, cold and hungry. She dropped to the ground and began to sob, having no more strength to move on. On her neck she wore a simple black collar, her ears a tail were a light brown. She looked up at him blacked out. Mercy at his feet.

-Klayton looked down at the weak girl, kneeling down to her and wrapping one arm around her legs, and another around her neck, lifting her up, and beginning to walk into the Bazaar, without saying a word.-

Madison groaned and continued sleeping peacefully, her tail switching a bit and her ears flattened on her head. She clutched onto his jacket breathing lightly.

-He soon brought her to a small apartment-building type complex, checking into a shanty room and closing the door behind them, setting her on the bed.-

She rolled over onto her side and curled up, purring softly. She nuzzled her head against the soft covers and relaxed, just a bit more.

-Klayton tucked her in tightly and let her rest, sitting on a small wooden rocking chair from across the room, reading in a black book, occasionally looking up to her for a moment before returning, rocking ever-so-slowly.-

Madison awoke in the morning feeling refreshed. She sat up and looked around a bit alarmed. She saw him sitting in the rocking chair and curled back under the covers. "W-where am I?" She asked, barely peaking her head out from under the covers.

-He looked up at her, curious, but didn't answer, instead he turned his attention back to his book and began rocking again, oblivious.-

She sat up and rubbed her eyes. "E-excuse me? Sir?" She blushed a bit and looked down at the covers. She didn't know where she was. Her stomach growled, causing her to blush, that much harder.

-As he heard her stomach, and placed the book down onto the nightstand beside him, got up to his feet, and brought over a small plate of scrambled eggs, placing it on the table next to the bed, along with a knife, and fork. He returned to his seat and sat down, eyeing her through the darkness of his cloak.-

Madison looked up at him curious. She looked down at the plate of food and squealed happily. She sat straight up and began shoveling eggs into her mouth, her neko ears going back up, and her tail swaying back and forth in the air.

-He smiles under the darkness of his cloak, watching her eat closely, unmoving.-
"Cute.."
-The man mutters out under his breath.-

Madison looked around the room, rubbing her eyes and stretching. She got out of the bed and crawled over to him, tilting her head. "M-master?..."

-He tilts his head to one side, questioningly, as the palm of his right hand gently strokes across her head, his fingers trailing through her hair.-
"Master..?"
-He asks the girl, confused himself.-

Mikayle blushed, looking down at the floor. Her black collar jingling as she moved. "I'm sorry sir.." She embarrassed herself. All her life she had a master, she wasn't used to being alone. She got up and started towards the door.

-He sighed deeply, raising his head.-
"Stop.. You are.. A slave..?"
-He asks the girl.-

She stopped, not daring to turn around. "Y-yes.. I just ran away from my old master.."

-He stared at her solemnly, "Did he mistreat you?"
he asks the girl, care in his voice.-

She nodded once, tears beginning to show in her eyes. She had never been loved before,

-He knelt down to her level and beckoned her over to him.-
"Come,"
-He bluntly asks her.-

Her ears perked up, she turned and dropped to her knees, crawling over to him. She kneeled on the floor awaiting his next command as she had been trained to do.

-He ever-so-gently pats the top of her head, stroking her ears lightly with soft caress..-

She nuzzled her head against his hand, purring softly.

-He tugged softly on her ears, smiling under his cloak gently.-