A Demonstration
Aug 24, 2015 14:03:43 GMT -5
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Post by The Puppeteers on Aug 24, 2015 14:03:43 GMT -5
"Kneel." Rowan dropped to his knee at the uttered command. The puppet's head bowed so the Puppet Master could just see his eyes, Liam's eyes flicked to the expressions of those watching. "I don't think that's enough of a show," he muttered as a small smirk played across his scarred lip. "Go lower."
He could see Rowan's eyes flutter fretfully, certainly embarrassed at the display Liam was forcing him into. He obeyed after a few moments of bulking, sliding down to both knees with his palms flat on the ground.
Liam scratched his chin, then hummed thoughtfully. Quirking an eyebrow, he declared. "Not good enough." Rowan was starting to shiver. "Lower."
He heard a small whine escape the giant's lips as he again struggled against the command. When he failed to fight it off, his chest lowered considerably to the ground.
But it still wasn't enough for Liam. "Lower," his voice dropped with the word.
"Master--"
"Did I tell you to speak?" He heard Rowan whimper then, sure the half skinwalker was biting through his tongue to keep silent. His chest dropped again, the puppet's forearms and palms now flat on the ground with his forehead resting between his hands. He trembled, and Liam smiled. "Good boy," he responded as he raised a foot to place it on Rowan's head. Rowan didn't even flinch. Even better. "Show them their rightful place," he gestured a red nailed hand out to their audience with a flash of vaguely sharpened teeth, borrowed courtesy of the beast he was lording over. "Under our feet."
He could see Rowan's eyes flutter fretfully, certainly embarrassed at the display Liam was forcing him into. He obeyed after a few moments of bulking, sliding down to both knees with his palms flat on the ground.
Liam scratched his chin, then hummed thoughtfully. Quirking an eyebrow, he declared. "Not good enough." Rowan was starting to shiver. "Lower."
He heard a small whine escape the giant's lips as he again struggled against the command. When he failed to fight it off, his chest lowered considerably to the ground.
But it still wasn't enough for Liam. "Lower," his voice dropped with the word.
"Master--"
"Did I tell you to speak?" He heard Rowan whimper then, sure the half skinwalker was biting through his tongue to keep silent. His chest dropped again, the puppet's forearms and palms now flat on the ground with his forehead resting between his hands. He trembled, and Liam smiled. "Good boy," he responded as he raised a foot to place it on Rowan's head. Rowan didn't even flinch. Even better. "Show them their rightful place," he gestured a red nailed hand out to their audience with a flash of vaguely sharpened teeth, borrowed courtesy of the beast he was lording over. "Under our feet."
