Dog Love

Dog Love 7

After half an hour of waiting and watching the thick locked haired boy on the bed the dark haired apprentice dared to move from his spot near the door. He barely made a noise walking across the stone floor towards the bed and he sat on the end, jumping slightly when Shana stretched and grumbled in content. His heart was pounding but the apprentice shuffled forwards slightly and touched Shanas chest searching for his heartbeat. Once he found it the young boy rested his ear to the soft white skin and listened to the rhythmitic beating. He could not think of any other sound he would rather listen to. The sound meant that the person beneath him was alive, that they were real. When he had been born he had been taken from his mothers side and decorated with tattoos to tell others to keep away from him. That he was the chosen child, that he would become the sacrifice to the fire and the next generation of childrens sins would be forgiven in earnest by the gods.

He scrambled off the bed quickly when he heard Myriams voice drawing nearer and returned to his spot by the door. Myriam barely gave the child a glance as he came in followed by a young seamstress who was carrying a decadently embroidered dress. It was a wine red with golden flowers and small birds all over it. Shana was shaken awake and the black haired apprentice could see that the drug had worked its way fully around the sable haired boys body. His hazel eyes were clouded and his movement clumsy as the seamstress stripped him bare and helped him step into the dress. Once the dress was fitted properly she reached up and started undoing the leather choker from Shanas neck. Even in his state Shana span round a growl spitting through his teeth. Myriams face clouded with anger and the apprentice flinched as he saw the flat of Myriams hand drive hard across Shanas cheek. The boy collapsed to his knees and hid into himself. Shana backed away and hid under the desk tears trickling down his cheeks. A whimper sounded from his lips as Myriam drew near him and the sorceror gently stroked his cheeks.

"Now behave and give that tatty thing to me. I won't get rid of it but I certainly won't have you wearing it."

Shana looked up and gazed in the mans eyes. His fingertips traced over the leather choker and finally the gold pendant with an elegant S engraved into it.

"Do you promise?"

His voice wavered and broke and Myriam gently kissed his cheek. To Shanas amazement it stopped hurting and he looked at the sorceror.

"I promise. Watch me carefully."

Myriam gently undid the leather choker and held Shanas hand as he walked him to a small but beautiful jewellery box and opened it. Inside he placed the choker and put a soft silk cover over it. Shana stroked his bare neck and his brows furrowed.

"It doesn't feel right..."

Myriam smiled and motioned for the seamstress to come near and from the air she produced a square velvet box. Once opened there lay a black satin choker with a silver rose in the center. Shana blushed slightly but held his hair out the way as Myriam placed the choker round his neck. It fit snugly and made Shana feel comfortable.

He could see the young boy near the door watching them. His amber eyes were sad and watched the sorceror with a sense of unrequited love. His arms were wrapped round his body tight as if to hold it together. Shana wanted to go over and give the young boy a hug.

"What's his name?"

Shanas eyes drifted back to Myriam and he noticed that the man didn't even look at the dark haired child.

"Kenneth."

The boy looked up and Shana watched the boys eyes trace over Myriams face. His eyes were screaming for Myriam to notice him. But the poor boy was ignored and Shana was swept into the mans arms and taken to the vanity table at the end of the room.

"Sharlotte will be doing your hair, then we can go for a walk in the gardens."

Shana nodded and watched as the man walked out. The seamstress played with Shanas hair curling it round her fingers and heating it like tongs. Once she had left to inform Myriam Shana was ready the sable haired German Sheperd crossed to Kenneth and hugged him tight. The boy gasped in pure surprise and he reluctantly relaxed into his chest. Closing his eyes Kenneth listened to the boys heartbeat and sighed. His heart ached painfully but in a way he ignored so he could stay by Myriams side. But it was slowly killing him inside that Myriam paid him no attention at all now that he had this new specimen. But he couldn't hold any negative feelings against him, the poor boy holding him tight to his chest had been seperated from his own love. Kenneth knew that the boy hadn't realised his own feelings yet but Kenneth had seen it in his eyes that night. The shine of love that had been in the soft colours of his iris's every time he'd looked at the bigger sullener dog. As Shana was called out to Myriam, Kenneth whispered a soft 'thank you' to the boy and Shana stroked his hair.

"You're welcome."

And with a soft sad smile Shana walked out to Sharlotte and let her escort him to Myriam.