Cateline shifted to stand behind her guardian. Her hand let go of her dress and moved to hold onto the back of Damien's clothing, still shaking.
This girl wasn't human? Her looks hinted at that. Her eyebrows furrowed up, out of confusion and fear. Nemo? The cursed one? She looked up at Damien. Cursed could be a word for him.
Hearing her name, she looked back at their 'guest'. That could be a dangerous question to answer. 'No', and they could be dead. 'Yes', and they might also end up dead.
"Yes.." Cateline answered. "I'm Cateline Warwick.." Remembering her position, she tried to stand, show some sort of confidence in the title of her family. "Why are you here?"
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Following quietly, Cateline's hands shook as they held her dress. Bare feet tried to avoid broken glass. "They killed your dogs..?" She asked him softly. If something could kill off part of Damien.. They wouldn't be safe.. "How do you know..?" She looked up, and away from her furry guardian. What was it? Who was it? What ever was strong enough to do something like that, wasn't something Cateline wanted to be near.
"Do you know where they are?" She looked down the hallway to her left, pushing blonde hair from her face. She took in a sharp breath. Her heart started pounding in her chest, and her whole body shook. Her eyes scanned over the figure. A-A woman..? Of all of the people who could be in here, it was a woman? A woman who posed a threat to her and her companion? How odd. "D-Damien.." She whispered. Cateline's hand reached over, fingers trembling as they pushed into his fur.
"Do you know where they are?" She looked down the hallway to her left, pushing blonde hair from her face. She took in a sharp breath. Her heart started pounding in her chest, and her whole body shook. Her eyes scanned over the figure. A-A woman..? Of all of the people who could be in here, it was a woman? A woman who posed a threat to her and her companion? How odd. "D-Damien.." She whispered. Cateline's hand reached over, fingers trembling as they pushed into his fur.
Cateline smiled. He kept so in character. A small chuckle escaped her lips. Her hand snapped back though as he growled. Frowning.
She watched as two more of Damien appeared. Her gaze followed them to the hall, where she tried to listen. "Something different..?" She didn't like the sound of that. Not if it was anything like Damien.. Cateline stood and gathered her dress in her hands. "Something dangerous..?" She looked down at her companion.
She watched as two more of Damien appeared. Her gaze followed them to the hall, where she tried to listen. "Something different..?" She didn't like the sound of that. Not if it was anything like Damien.. Cateline stood and gathered her dress in her hands. "Something dangerous..?" She looked down at her companion.
Cateline watched Damien, absorbed by his gaze. Her head moved slightly though, as his hand squeezed her own and his other moved to run over her hair. More of a nervous flinch than a defensive one. "Oh.. I see.." If she could say anything about her father, if he ever had a gut feeling, he flew with it. And it had never been wrong.
A gasp escaped the young woman's lips. Her eyes closed as Damien's form changed. The first few times of watching him change were enough for the morning. A weak stomach full of food would not have agreed to the sight. Feeling a wetness on her hand, one eye opened, and seeing the dog, the other opened. As he spoke again, she ran her hand over the top of his head. She gave a small sigh. Little Cateline, orphaned, and alone, had the power of the Gods, sitting at her feet..
"If my father knew I would survive, then there's much more to all of this than what I think.. Especially since someone went out of their way to kill my entire family.." She scratched behind Damien's ears. "How puzzling.."
A gasp escaped the young woman's lips. Her eyes closed as Damien's form changed. The first few times of watching him change were enough for the morning. A weak stomach full of food would not have agreed to the sight. Feeling a wetness on her hand, one eye opened, and seeing the dog, the other opened. As he spoke again, she ran her hand over the top of his head. She gave a small sigh. Little Cateline, orphaned, and alone, had the power of the Gods, sitting at her feet..
"If my father knew I would survive, then there's much more to all of this than what I think.. Especially since someone went out of their way to kill my entire family.." She scratched behind Damien's ears. "How puzzling.."
Cateline pursed her lips. Her father had named him that? A man who seem so collected, had this in his basement? She wondered what made her father keep Damien in the basement. She had a lot to learn about her family.. "Why then did my father keep you down there? Or rather, did something change his mind and he chose later to banish you there?"
At the sound of her ancestors name, she turned back a bit, looking at the broken door that led to the hallway. His portrait hung, peering at them. A portrait of every ancestor hung somewhere in the halls of the manor. Hers as well. Cateline recalled a gathering that her family held once a year, here at the manor. Most of the men would gather in the library late in the nights. Young Cateline would sneak from her bed chambers and down the halls, hoping to catch a word or two of their meetings.
Was that what they were about? The creature they hid from the world? Or was it their plans to use him? It was no wonder servants and women about the home would catch her, scolding and carrying her back to bed.
"Why did you chose to accept his offer, Damien?" She asked him, turning her attention back to him. "Why my family? Why his plans?"
At the sound of her ancestors name, she turned back a bit, looking at the broken door that led to the hallway. His portrait hung, peering at them. A portrait of every ancestor hung somewhere in the halls of the manor. Hers as well. Cateline recalled a gathering that her family held once a year, here at the manor. Most of the men would gather in the library late in the nights. Young Cateline would sneak from her bed chambers and down the halls, hoping to catch a word or two of their meetings.
Was that what they were about? The creature they hid from the world? Or was it their plans to use him? It was no wonder servants and women about the home would catch her, scolding and carrying her back to bed.
"Why did you chose to accept his offer, Damien?" She asked him, turning her attention back to him. "Why my family? Why his plans?"
Cateline frowned, trying to keep her hands from trembling. This was rather disturbing. To have someone -something –sitting across from her so casually, that had devoured an entire race of people, all at her finger tips? Waiting for some kind of instruction? The thought was troubling, but the thought of that kind of power.. It was enticing.
It wasn’t much in Cateline’s nature to abuse power. Some family, she knew they would. They would take it and run, consuming every town and person until they were all under their control. Disgusting people they were, with nothing but money and power on their mind. But she could see how easily that was fallen into.
So Damien was hungry, possibly bored? Just as her family was. Hungry with greed, bored of the posh lives that they lived, and they wanted more. Cateline gave a small nod, understanding. “Please.” She took her cup in her hands and lifted it towards him. “Thank you, Damien.” Pausing , she thought for a moment. “Your power comes from those that you consume, correct? So the more that you consume, the power you would gain? If you were to consume an entire race of peoples.. Your power at that time must have been.. Overwhelming..”
It wasn’t much in Cateline’s nature to abuse power. Some family, she knew they would. They would take it and run, consuming every town and person until they were all under their control. Disgusting people they were, with nothing but money and power on their mind. But she could see how easily that was fallen into.
So Damien was hungry, possibly bored? Just as her family was. Hungry with greed, bored of the posh lives that they lived, and they wanted more. Cateline gave a small nod, understanding. “Please.” She took her cup in her hands and lifted it towards him. “Thank you, Damien.” Pausing , she thought for a moment. “Your power comes from those that you consume, correct? So the more that you consume, the power you would gain? If you were to consume an entire race of peoples.. Your power at that time must have been.. Overwhelming..”
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Cateline just blinked at his explanation of himself. His last few statements disturbed her. She felt her stomach churn, and she set down her fork. "Oh.." She breathed. She had started to feel Damien was a bit more humane than she had experience so far, but this brought her back to this new reality.
"Than I should be safe to assume that no enemy that we may come across in our new journey together will have a weapon such as yourself?" Maybe that was what she should think of him as. A weapon. In her search for answers, he was just a tool. Something to keep her alive, and something to help her along the way. Damien was not a person. Cateline would have to remind herself of this.
And any information about him would be useful. "Why would you do that?" She asked him, almost hesitantly. "Devour them all..?"
"Than I should be safe to assume that no enemy that we may come across in our new journey together will have a weapon such as yourself?" Maybe that was what she should think of him as. A weapon. In her search for answers, he was just a tool. Something to keep her alive, and something to help her along the way. Damien was not a person. Cateline would have to remind herself of this.
And any information about him would be useful. "Why would you do that?" She asked him, almost hesitantly. "Devour them all..?"
Sorry my post is taking so long. I'm struggling a bit with my boyfriend and our roommates, and trying to move out, but soon, I promise.
Cateline gave a small smile as she watched him try to eat like her. When she saw the small enthusiasm in his eyes, she chuckled.
She blinked when he spoke. "Oh.. Well.. As I assume I'm no longer much royalty, I don't see why you would have to change your ways. Maybe just calm it down a small bit?" Her head tilted slightly. "If that's how you're comfortable eating, then I see no reason as to why you should change.. I just ask that if it is not just you and I, and we are in the presence of others, that maybe you become a bit more civilized.." She and Damien knew so little of each other. If she wanted to know more of Damien, should she not ask him to change? Perhaps a bit more civility wouldn't hurt, but, she needed to know Damien for who he was, so they could better serve each other.
"I appreciate your servitude." Cateline nodded. "It means a great deal to me, knowing that you've saved my life, I don't know of any way to repay you for actions.." She continued to eat. "Your species? There are more like you, Damien?"
That would be an interesting fact. If there were more like Damien, than there would be more people like her, more sinister in using their own Damien's, but like her none the less. They would likely be more informed of their servants, and know a greater deal of their own family history. But she would take these things a step at a time. There was no use in overbearing herself with knowledge.
She blinked when he spoke. "Oh.. Well.. As I assume I'm no longer much royalty, I don't see why you would have to change your ways. Maybe just calm it down a small bit?" Her head tilted slightly. "If that's how you're comfortable eating, then I see no reason as to why you should change.. I just ask that if it is not just you and I, and we are in the presence of others, that maybe you become a bit more civilized.." She and Damien knew so little of each other. If she wanted to know more of Damien, should she not ask him to change? Perhaps a bit more civility wouldn't hurt, but, she needed to know Damien for who he was, so they could better serve each other.
"I appreciate your servitude." Cateline nodded. "It means a great deal to me, knowing that you've saved my life, I don't know of any way to repay you for actions.." She continued to eat. "Your species? There are more like you, Damien?"
That would be an interesting fact. If there were more like Damien, than there would be more people like her, more sinister in using their own Damien's, but like her none the less. They would likely be more informed of their servants, and know a greater deal of their own family history. But she would take these things a step at a time. There was no use in overbearing herself with knowledge.
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