Warning: Contains violence, blood, and sexual themes

Living on the streets was perhaps the worse idea that Orin could of ever could of thought of. He could of picked to live with his father still. Granted he would of been doing slightly better there than here in a cold alley with cold french fries while it was starting to rain.

Blond hair that was once hanging in his face was now being plastered to his head as his rumpled clothes started to get weighed down with water making him shiver lightly so far. As the streets started to clear the blond teen stood up and clenched his soggy meal close to him as he headed out the alley and onto the street for search of a better shelter. It was always raining and cold. He hated November for this reason alone.

The streets were now empty and the rain was pouring down hard in sheets while he made his way down the street until a black car came rolling down the street and up to him. At first he didn't notice it rolling up to him, if he did notice he would of backed away from the street and might have even walked into the silver shop that was near him.

"Get in kid." a rough voice said as the car's rear door opened up allowing smoke and the smell of foul drinks to drift out of it. The teens attention was caught, it would of been impossible to ignore such a smell. Dark yet soft brown eye looked at the rider who was watching him with a cold look. "I said get in." he demanded in his rough voice.

The teen should of told him no and ran off to be safe but instead the sky rumbled and he nodded his head. Climbing into the foul smelling car was perhaps his worse idea so far but he wanted to believe that something good would come out of this. After all he had to get a winning hand sometime soon right?

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Orin's brown eyes looked up at the mirror ceiling that was above the bed. His pale body was currently being hidden by West Side Gang leader who was currently chewing on his neck as he caused the smaller body under him to wither.

"Caesar," he whimpered both in pain and in pleasure. Yet he quickly hissed as the other bit down harder causing blood to spill. A few more rough pushes and a heavy grunt left the larger male as he pushed his hand down on the other's chest. He was the leader, and the boy under him needed to relearn that he was to wait until he was allowed to do certain things. "Caesar please that hurts," he winced as his eyes looked directly at the man above him. Those were a cruel pair of green eyes hidden in a tangled mess of black hair.

"I think that deserves another week with the chain on." The man grinned as he sat up and reached back to the cold metal cuff that was locked around the other's ankle and gave a sudden jerk. Orin gasped in pain and withered on the bed. If it wasn't for the doctor who was brought in to check on his wounds he would of been sure that the infection was going to kill him.

"Caesar," the chain was pulled harder making him slide down the bed some until he was pushed back into place. "Boss, please stop." he panted as he tried to keep tears from falling.

"That's better, now be a good little pet and wait for me to come back." the man chuckled as Orin curled up on the bed holding his wounded ankle despite the fact that he was left nude and uncovered on the bed as the man climbed off and got dressed. "There's your shirt," he said as he tossed a large dirty and wrinkled shirt onto the teen who slowly nodded his head in thanks. With the slam of the door the man was gone allowing the teen to slowly dress himself once again in the only clothing he had.

Now alone in the broken down room with bars on the windows and with wall paper pealing off the walls the teen gave a sigh as he laid down once again in the iron framed bed and pulled the covers onto him. There was blood on the sheets, Caesar would have to get his lackeys to come in and clean them though he was still chained to the bed. It seemed that the only thing that was well tooken care of aside from the sheets was the mirror that hung above the bed. Orin hated that mirror.

But this was life now, here there was cooked food that was given to him and a warm bed that was more than often shared with his lover who when he wasn't with him was running the streets. The bite marks, bruises, scratches and what not were something for him to expect and often he got scared when Caesar would have at him and not leave anything on him.

Shifting the covers around him Orin curled up under them though was careful of his leg and looked at the dirty window which only allowed him to see shadows of buildings even on a bright and sunny day. One day he would get outside again, and when that happened he would leave this city and go off somewhere else without having to ever worry about anyone trying to chain him down again. He could go to the park and scare the birds and even smell the flowers. There was just so much he could do once he was free.

Orin smiled at that dirty window, his mind currently drifting away from the pain and the misery he was in as he thought about flowers and bird and other things that normal people would go and do. But before he could think of meeting some other nicer guy there was the echoing sounds of gunfire which made him jump and look at the door where shouting and running echoed in the hall.

Was this another raid by the police? Was someone going to grab him? Shouting interrupted his thoughts and he pushed himself out of bed. His large shirt hid most of his thin form and the chain was dragging on the floor painfully. When the door busted open he froze as he noticed that this was not the police more or less anyone that he knew.

'Kill them all!" someone shouted as a gun was pointed at Orin as he tried to cower in the corner. After so long he couldn't tell if he was screaming or not. He couldn't tell if that was blood or tears running down his face. All he knew was that things were getting darker and that someone was laughing at him. As things started to black out and fade out of sight and hearing the smell of fresh clean air was starting to become more and more apparent until he couldn't smell blood anymore.

As of right now the only thing he could smell was dew and early morning scents that seemed to be lost and forgotten in the city. Orin tried to fight against the growing need for him to sleep. He didn't want to die. But the more that he struggled the heavier and heavier he felt and soon he gave in.

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The smell of rain was floating into the Old Oak that was only so far from the many wonderful sights that were found in the Endless Forest. Though inside a new stag was curled up against the wooden walls. With a rusted red coat and black stockings his tail stuck out sharply with it's white tip on what would of been a fully black tail. A black mane ran up it's back though at the shoulders were rattled with scars, some that looked fresh still. His black mane ran into his hair which was also black though turned blond along his bangs which hung over his closed eyes. Short antelope antlers sat on top of his head.

But unlike most new deer he had some wounds on him. His left hind leg had a painful scar that was near his hoof that was currently swollen and appearing painful for him to walk on. His left ear was missing a part of it as if it had been torn off or something. Aside from that there were his scared shoulders and one of those wounds was currently bleeding still.

A clap of thunder caused the stag to jump and slowly he lifted his head up with a groan as he tried to balance himself out as he woke up as he suddenly felt taller.