Paradise lost, Paradise found

 

As they made their way to one of the cities, the sight for the argonian was obscured, the cart closed off as not to encourage thieves, or maybe keep other people from seeing what the expedition had brought with it.



Not that Chit knew anything about it, he only knew that it went dim again and he lay there, listening to the noises around him.

He couldn´t do more than lay there, so at least he could listen.



It scared him a bit as his cage was taken out of the cart.

Everything was white, so white it seemed to glow, only soothed by some plants climbing up the walls or growing in beds, only catching a glimpse of this...and other people different to the high, light ones.



Again he was brought down somewhere, stone all around, glowing blueish lights and a fire burning in the mantle. Books and shelves full of flasks, pots and strange equipments.



The smells were mostly nice,herbs and other plants, some sweet smells he didn´t know what they were.

Only the waiting was awful, laying in his cage and nothing to do, only boredom.

He tried to busy his mind, repeating words in his mind, trying to find out how he should work his throat and tongue to make them sound right..even when he now would ...mostly never get a chance to talk.

It just was so quite, only his own whistling as company, soothing himself.



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Auratan knew he would not have the time to train the lizard further, so he had contacted one of the beastmasters.

For now he had enough samples from the lizard.He wasn´t happy that they had declawed it, it seemed as if the missing tip of the toes brought it out of balance, even when the new gait was funny, he had something different in mind before that happened and now it seemed he could forget it.



He entered his laboratory,one of his servants bringing a plate of food for the lizard with her. For now she should try to get it to eat while he would organize his findings from the journey and the lizard, the digits, blood, scales and feathers, a small patch of skin he had collected as the beast was out of it, preserved and some of it sent to a colleague.



He didn´t trust any of them, every one of them wanted to be the best, but if they didn´twork together they weren´t fast enough or might miss something.



The nedic girl had enough patience and interest for the strange creature to feed it the strips of fish and the finely sliced fruits and vegetables.

Appart from meeting the Beastmaster so he could take a look at the new beast, he would let the lizard rest for today.







Caenborn was a young bosmer, young by the standard of mer. He was one of the people who had experience with lizards, both the scaled creatures of his homeland, but also the Baune Burro of the realm of the Deadra were to his knowledge.

Bipedal crocodiles with magic abilities, hard to reign in if one wanted them permanently on this realm.



He didn´t think the lizard would make real problems to require such a skilled man, but better safe than sorry and he wanted it trained when he had to show his findings to the Lord.

It needed to be perfect, or should he say she...he had not been close to many lizards, maybe the beastmaster could tell him more how to distinguish the genders of those beasts.



His lizard couldn´t be too different from one of Molag Bals servants or the known beasts of Nirn.





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Chit had taken the food from the smaller female, studying her because she looked different.

On the ship had only been males and she wasn´t one, she smelled different so she had to be a female..obviously, still young and barely fertil.





He warbled and chattered quietly and she seemed to find it amusing, reaching between the bars and petting his head, he himself slightly leaning into the touch before she left again.

..and there he was again..alone. He was always alone after ...the incident.



The door opened and he perked up, shuddering, thinking at first the mage had come back, but it was someone else.



A questioning trill came from him, rolling around to see better, flinching back as the stranger came near and he smelled others on him..not quite the same as himself but similiar and those eyes bored into him.





But than the stranger whistled to him...and he whistled back, than ignored again as the stranger and Auan talked again.

He missed beeing outside, he ..felt as if he had a stone in his stomach, laying down again and trying to ignore the two, the talking he could barely understand, worrying a bit because they obviously mentioned him.



He just hoped it wasn´t anything too bad.



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The next he knew he was dragged out of sleep, his cage and manhandled by a strange elder woman and ..oh there was the young one again. He was still a bit dizzy with sleep and a bit much too wary to move when he saw the strange darker, smaller pointy ear standing there from yesterday.

In the end he had something fluffy around him and on his head, gingerly trying to lift himself, sitting on his sole of his hindlegs...



He craned his neck to look at himself and wondered why they put these ..fluffy things on him, covering his body(I thought of something ridiculous like this..http://spoilurpets.com/images/Princess%20Cat%20Costume.JPG or this http://www.theriaults.com/images/1067/cat-1067_074.jpg spoil your cat..yeah...bet cats love that stuff..more like shame your cat)



And before he coul so much as make a protesting sound they had tugged him down on his nosering and taken the...thing from him again, leaving him dazed.



As he sat there sprawled on his behind, shaking his head and wincing because the ring was uncomfortable, a chain klinked on his nosering and the darker skinned pointy ear dragged him forward with a muffled squak.



Only now he realised he was not in the room where he went to sleep, in one second trying to resist, pull back, but the pain from his snout made him whine and he followed, hunched, waddling with a broad gait because of not beeing able to walk on his toes without beeing uncomfortable near pain.





He was lead on a plattform, the chain fastened on a hook over his head, making him sit back on his hindlegs.



The darker pointy ear stood aside, face fuller than of the lighter ones he had encountered, the male muscled like the mage, it just looked like more because he was shorter.



Puzzled the lizard stared up to the Bosmer, squeaking and looking down when this one made a swatting gesture with this hated thing..crop...

But he couldn´t get away, the chain keeping him sitting there.

Flutes sounded from somewhere and he couldn´t do otherwise than listen curiously..and it ended much too soon.



An uncomfortable hiss came from him, he didn´t like how quite it was, there was only the corridor where he was let out of the one room in this one, bleak..stone walls all around and the chain vanishing in seemingly darkness over his head.



Only the Bosmer was clear to see, illuminated. He whistled low, trying to imitate the flutes he had heard and he smiled as the flutes sounded again, playing a bit longer and he replayed the sounds with his whistling,chirping and warbling as good as he could.



Oh at first it was great fun, but as he yawned the crop zipped down on his snout and he looked around hastily. The dunmer still stood there with his crop, some metres away from him, not having moved.



And whenever he tried to move from his sitting position, trying to lower his arms he was somehow smacked without him seeing the source, except the bosmer with the crop who hadn´t moved.



It was unnerving...and so much worse when he didn´t get the tune right, the sharp zipp over his snout, his back or tail enough for him to reach a higher note out of fright.





Soon his chirping and whistling was no longer fueled by the pure pleasure of it, soon it was only to avoid the pain, forcing his body, his muscles to stay in this position despite everything tightening up and cramping.



This went on for hours every day and soon he hated whistling.





If he had thought this was bad, it got worse.

At first it was really interesting to watch the female move around, jumping, dancing to the music, but than there was tugging at the chain, someone in the darkness over him moving it and the sharp sting of the crop that went a bit stronger everytime he tripped, stumbled, didn´t move fast enough, didn´t jump at the right time...



And when he was good at the moving, jumping, nearly beeing painfree..except his stumps that burned, they forced another thing on him, having to move his arms correctly..there seemed to be always something wrong, not good enough.



The smales cubes of fruits he got now and than not really enough of a treat to go on into exhaustion.



He would have cried in relief as one day he wasn´t hit even once and was freed from the tugging chain, lead to a big pillow and could eat fruits as much as he desired.

That too was only part of the training, to keep him gratefull and than the next days, having to make cute gestures to be handfeed, crouching low, wagging his tail, rolling around..it was fun to him...for now.

 

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I think one or two chapters now until master and pet meet