[Garrison]

  He's gnawing at cartilage caught between his teeth, cutting through the citizens of Oukoku-Kai. Garrison keeps to his normal rotation: escorting slaves, weaving through the Inner Ring to capture more, sparring, and grinding his teeth together. He hasn't seen her since he brought her in, but the Officer is told that for all the slave's angst, she hates him particularly.

  Garrison grins as he relieves her escort outside the temple. He sits, working at rotten meat between his molars, and his heavy-furred tail thumps against the ground every-so-often. He can hardly contain the eagerness for when she exits that building to find her least favourite captor waiting. Karma's in for an unpleasant surprise, and he can hardly wait.

[Karma]

As much as the little lady loved staring at walls and being around control freaks. She needed some space. There was only so much she could handle and so many times she could count the breathing of the more ragged captives of this place. Her ears would twitch every time someone would weeze, making mental notes to stay away from them as she didn't want to get sick because of them. Karma was beautiful, she didn't need do low life's disease.

As par usual, her charge has told her it's time for her daily exercise. So, getting up from the oh so momfortable  floor, Karma makes her way towards the exit that she's finally allowed to go through. Her paw wasn't hurting as much thankfully, so she could walk without a limp now. Her wail wagging ever so slightly as she moved, a small playful smile gracing her features.

As she turns the corner of the oh so amazing temple, she freezes. There, standing in front of her is the male who dragged her in. She could remember his scent anyways. Slowly, her small playful smile turns into a flirtious grin. "Sweet Cheeks!" Karma said, a chiper tone in her voice as she pranced over towards the larger male. "Long time no see, did ya miss little ol me?" She asked, stopping a few steps away from him and batter her eyes at him.

Oh, she was pissed to see the male. She wanted nothing more then to rip his throat out, but, this wasn't the time nor place. So, she'll have to stick with playing nice and just tease the dumb lug.

[Garrison]

  That's how she's going to play it, then? Lock up the fear on her face, the pride-crushing humiliation of being dragged in by her injured ankle? Good. He loves it when they fight. She addresses him with a pet name, dripping in sarcasm, and Garrison exposes far too many teeth in some mockery of a smile. "Babygirl." Tongue swipes his teeth, but he leaves the saliva to puddle around his gums. "Have those other Officers been treating you right? I'd hate to see my favourite slave hurt."

  And that's the beauty of it: she is his favourite. There's fun in the fight, the struggle to break someone, the beauty of remaking them in the image of the Rosa-- and she is beautiful. It occurs to the Officer that he really does want her to himself, as a House slave, surely a shining Bond one day.

  He's going to need a House first. The gears are already turning.

[Karma]

Dear, oh dear. The discusting little smirk on Garrison's face made Karma want to vomit. The sigh of his teeth and the smell of his breath screamed rotten. Rather it was his personality, meal, or words, something was rotten and Karma could only guess that it was coing from the male that was in front of her. Oh, what a rotten piece of shit of a male he was. He needed a mint and a fresh bath, but Kar was pretty sure that none of that was going to be helpful for the male.

A small fake giggle escaped from Karma at the pet name that she was given in return. It was fun when others played along to her little games. It let the fun last longer, until she was able to slit his throat one day, that is.

The words of concern amused Karma, was he being sweet or was he just trying to get her to lean on him? Or something? "They stared at me, Sweet Cheeks-" She let out a small sigh and lulled her head to the other side as she sighed and looked at the ground, a sad look on her face. "It was quite uncomfortable." She finished, her bright jade colored eyes moving towards Garry and she stood up straight. She took a few more steps towards him to close the distance. Being bold, Karma leaned closer to his face and dragged her cold nose across his cheek then towards his ear. Releasing a small breath to tickle him.

Then, she'd pull back quickly so in case he snapped at her she'd be safe. A small teasing smile on her face as she pranced towards the side a bit. Ignoring the slight pain in her paw. "Can we go for our walk now?" She asked, giving him her best innocent eyes she could muster.

[Garrison]

  Despite his best efforts (and better judgement) Garrison thinks that's the most upsetting thing she could have said. Rip her face apart-- it would be a damn shame, but he'd still smile. He'd help. Starvation, beatings, all forms of abuse: good. It builds character. But staring... she might just be telling the truth on that. It stands to reason just about any red-blooded wolf of the Valley is eyeing her for their House. Garrison is.

  She drags her nose along cheek, and he only reacts with a twitch of his lip and to swivel his ear to the side. If anyone beats him to it, he can just fight them for it. Possessive, not protective.

  Karma pulls back pretty quick, and the beginnings of a snarl twitching on his face curl into a smirk. Smart. Beauty and brains. Light eyes skim down to her paw, doesn't put quite all her weight on it. Still hurts, but she pretends it doesn't. She'll fit right in around here.

  Garrison rises laboriously, a pop in his elbow. "After you."

[Karma]

Good boy, it seemed that Garrison wasn't going to be ister grumpy pants today. As he didn't seem to snap at every little thing she said unlike the other night. Progress, this was progress for this little game that Karma has tangled herself into. The fun was starting and it was only a matter of moments before the real fun for them both to start. Rather it was teeth clashing fun, or, other kinds of fun, Karma was down and ready to play the part and tease the shit out of this sexist male that seemed to have a thing for her now.

"Such a gentlemen." Karma said, as she twisted her lips into a playful grin and turned her head towards the direction of the woods. Her jade colored eyes looked at him through the corner as she started to walk. She was curious as to rather he was going to walk next to her or walk behind her.  It wasn't like she was planning to escape or anything, she wasn't stupid. She knew there were others in this pack that could tear her to shreds, she was safer with him. For the moment at least.

"So." Karma mumbled, her ears twitching as she listened to the sounds of the pack. Her head looking away from the male as she took in the surrounding of their walk. "What's fun around here?" Karma asked, already knowing it was probably something brutal since this guy seemed to have a knack for wanting to fight. "Any cute date spots?" She asked as she turned her head to look towards Garry, a curious look on her face. "Watering hole for the sorry sows that live here?" She tilted her head as she slowed her pace to look at the male and give him her full attention as he spoke.

[Garrison]

  He snorts, off and to the side, a compromise between beside and behind. Closest place to her injured ankle, just in case. "There's the river for drowning, the tar pits for burning, slave quarters for keeping, and maze for catching," deigning to meet her gaze, he digs, "but you know those last two."

  Maybe one day she'll see the rose garden; but it won't be with him. The Officer almost suggests Nevada's Tree, but he also thinks he enjoys being around the Baishun more than they want to be around him. He very briefly considered Otosama before realizing he should not be left unattended with his own mates, much less the Rosa's. He's a self-aware pig.

  "Up to you, babygirl," Garrison replies, in lieu of hell if I care.

[Karma]

If Karma could put her lips into a thing straight line, she would. She'd make sure that Garry could see the plain old un-amused look on her face that plainly said she wasn't laughting. Instead. She just looked at him with blank eyes and stared at him quietly for a moment before she looked ahead of them again. Still staying silent as she thought about how she should reply to the male.

"Well."

She started before stopping herself before she could say something stupid. She needs to make a smartass comment. Or, at least one that would sound like she was still teasing him. "Let's go to the river." She finally said after her long pause and looked at the male. "I'd rather drown and stare my lover in the eyes as I breathe my last breath, then burn and have it be over in a second." She replied. Her tone even, no sign of her amusement. She was kind of hoping to make the situation a little stiff, but she couldn't hold it for very long.

"Let's go drown." Karma said, a small smile pulling at the corner of her lips as she looked at the male, a sign that she was joking.

[Garrison]

  If Karma intends to dissuade him, she's going about it all wrong.

  If Foetida were to order such a thing, Garrison would take the life of any wolf in the Valley-- no matter how palatable he may personally find them. If Karma is to be killed for the good of the Valley, he would take the responsibility. He would hold her below clear water, watch her koi-fish colours thrash until all that remained were the ripples. Hopefully, it will never come to that.

  As she holds stiff, describing her very death with efficient detachment, Garrison reacts only to lean in, and confide, "I think you belong in the White Order, Babygirl." His maw hangs with a slivered gap, ready to bite, ready to respond forcefully, "But you still belong to me."

  She invites him to drown, and Garrison grins.