The delighted Dragon Prince Iolo, in human form of course, smiled broadly as the Prince of Werewolves, Kankuro, who sat on his lap as he laid on the icy couch, fed him white grapes. He had taken a liking to them, although he hated human grown foods. The brunette was dressed as a girl, in a lime green dress with a yellow bow, white panty-hose and yellow hair clips along with lime green eyeshadow to match. The lifeless stare in his eyes made it clear to the servants who walked by, that the Werewolf Prince had given up. He no longer fought for freedom, as he realized that he couldn't put up much of a fight. He was only about two years old. Such a young werewolf couldn't do much anyways.
The war between their kinds had just ended, although Iolo would still attack Kankuro for fun. They were children of war, and he didn't want the war to end so abruptly. The werewolves had beaten the dragons, which left the entire mythical community in confusion, until they realized the only reason the werewolves had won, was because the opposite race were in their human forms, and couldn't put up much of a fight unless they transformed into their monstrous sizes, which was forbidden in the human world.
"Why won't you smile, my dear?" Iolo chuckled, reaching out to touch the brunette's cheek. "You should be enjoying yourself. You never again have to worry about anything. You are mine now, and I won't ever let anything happen to you." he whispered, chewing on a couple grapes. He promised this, but because he had been recently diagnosed with schizophrenia, he would unintentionally attack the brunette, physically and mentally if he thought Kankuro was up to something, or if the brunette was being out of line.
"How can I smile? I have no freedom in this icy prison." Kankuro whispered, referring to the ice castle he was trapped in, that resided in Antarctica, far away from his Japanese home. "You beat me. Scare me. Tease me. I realized my only purpose here is to be your play toy. You won't allow me to sing. I'm not allowed to dance or play games.
You force me to kill innocent people for my meals when you drag them here, deceiving them into thinking they are going to get to meet the famous Hazardous Hounds' lead singer. If I don't accept to do something, you do it yourself anyways. If I don't agree to do something, you force me to do it anyways.
If I don't kill them when you say, you will, if I don't eat their flesh, you stuff it down my throat. You dress me like so, and force me to sleep with you almost every night to the point where I can barely walk. Even in public in the bitter cold, just to break my spirit more. You mentally scare me into thinking that I have no chance of escaping, and you build the walls of the castle so high that I would have to sprout wings to escape.
I'm not allowed to see my siblings or friends, or even my parents... And it's ungodly cold here for someone like me, who was born in the desert." He calmly ranted, picking another couple of grapes off of the stem and fed them to the other prince.
"So I ask you, my lord. How can I smile when I'm treated like such a prisoner? The war is over, as you declared. Each time I try to escape, I wind up back here intentionally or not. If you say you love me so, than I would be grateful if I had more freedom. I might even start to love you more..."
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Uahhhh~ TTATT Sorry for the stupid story part, I don't like adding flashbacks to my story, so I thought I'd get this out here >->;; Hopefully my emo-ness will go away now;;
FFFFFF KANKURO LOVES SASUKE AND KIBA! STUPID IOLO;;;
RAHHHHH DX I made Iolo look like Sesshoumaru;;
Yay for more pencil lineart coloring~ I'm getting better at it ^^
*Was listening to Isho by Mucc*
Kankuro (c) Kishimoto Masashi
The Prince of Dragons, Iolo, and The Prince of Werewolves, Kankuro (c) Me
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