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Silken sheets softer than she had ever felt, pillows fluffier than she had ever seen, and complex patterns carved into every bit of wood in sight, from the backboard of the bed, to the frame of the same door she had been scowling at just a moment ago. The luxury was preferable to the potential alternatives; but worrisome in it's own right, as clearly whomever it was that had business with them was both very rich, and very powerful.\n\n\tShe fidgeted uncomfortably, pondering how much longer she would be under lock and key, and whether or not they would honor a request to relieve herself – something she wished she'd have done before being taken away against her will with no warning. She toyed with the idea of urinating in the room out of spite, and had to stop herself from laughing. If they were not already doomed, surely that would make it so.\n\n\tThe door opened and a guard looked inside.\n\n\t“The Count requests your presence. Come with me.”\n\n\tThere was a lot she wanted to ask him: about his lord, about Lawrence, to where she was being taken -- but she knew better than to question someone of such dismal countenance. His voice was emotionless and his expression was empty, though his eyes were critical in their emptiness, as if on edge, secretly enthused by the idea of her fighting back. His hand clutched his spear with all too much malevolence.\n\n\tHe led her down a large hallway lined with gilded doors and tables filled with expensive looking pottery and emblems, each door hiding what she imagined to be another small collection of valuables and fabrics too colorful to behold for long. When they reached the end, he pushed opened a set of double doors, twice as large as any other doors she had yet seen, and beyond was a room more ornate than any other, light pouring in through stained glass windows illustrated with biblical parables, and masterfully crafted statuettes of human bodies and busts, old age and wisdom left lingering in the air. Lined against the walls were suits of armor, each suit wielding a different weapon, each of them looking worn as if they had seen combat themselves. Above them were tapestries of famous, religious art, hung high on the walls, so high that they would not have been visible had they not been so large.\n\n\tAt the end of the expanse, there were two steps of marble leading up to a throne which seated a man surrounded by two guards. Standing in the center before the lord, there was a man with short gray hair, and when he turned around to meet the noise of the doors, she recognized him instantly. Holo sighed with relief, but, in her stoic form, denied herself the pleasure of a smile.\n\n\tThe guards led her to Lawrence's side, where they both remained silent, acknowledging each other with their expressions. She saw worry in his eyes, but before she could make any assumptions, the Count spoke.\n\n\t“All who are not of the name Joseph and have not been brought here by my will, leave this room.”\n\n\tAll the guards, excluding the one to the Count's right, headed for the large double doors, moving without question, and without delay. The clattering of armor echoed throughout the room, and when all had left, it was left silent.\n\n\t“Young lady,” The Count had been staring intently at Holo since she had entered. “Remove your hood.”\n\n\tHolo's body stiffened and her eyes widened for a moment. She threw a sideways glance at Lawrence, but neither of them could see the other as they remained looking forward out of a respect.\n\n\t“Why do you hesitate?”\n\n\tShe brought her hand up and clasped onto the bag around her neck, her expression unchanging. The Count's eyes seemed to hone in, his eye lids sinking almost imperceptibly at her motion, an equally imperceptible frown forming on his lips. \n\n\t“The hood.” Lawrence said it softly, as if to reassure her. After hesitating for a moment, she dropped the hood with one swift motion and looked up at the Count, his eyes widening slowly, excitement poking through his kingly mask..\n\n\t“So it is true...” He said it under his breath, mystified. His demeanor quickly softened and he spoke respectfully. “Before my very eyes, I witness a pagan God in the flesh.”\n\n\tHolo's expression softened in return, and a smile crept on her lips. She kept them fine and her eyes sultry, hoping to come off as charming as she could, but Lawrence knew better and saw a malevolence in her eyes that chilled him to the core, rendering the Count a mere child by comparison.\n\n\tHolo's eyes closed as she spoke. “Quite the welcome.”\n\n\tLawrence's entire body froze as she spoke. “Holo!”\n\n\tThe Count laughed. “No, 'tis fine. It is I who should mind his manners.” He closed his eyes for a moment, mimicking her grace, smiling, a look of true satisfaction, something rare to see in the face of any aristocrat, especially one of such rank. “Make no mistake about me, I know my place. My divinity is from the God of chance, not from the God of blood; and the God of chance is a fickle one, I bid thee knows what it is I mean?”\n\n\t“Aye.” Holo continued to smile. “I should be careful around you, less your wisdom surpass my own.”\n\n\t“Such flattering words from one so... endowed. 'Tis an honor. And what is your name and title? For I am Count William, Lord of this manor you now reside -- the name of thee which is better unsaid.”\n\n\t“I am Holo, Wise Wolf of Yoitsu..”\n\n\t“... Excellent. And what of your companion?” William directed his gaze at Lawrence.\n\n\t“O-oh! I am... Lawrence. Just a...” he swallowed, “...traveling merchant. Nothing more.”\n\n\t“There is no need to be so apprehensive. You are blessed to travel with one such as her, and so I offer my sincerest respect. Speak easy. For, in regards to you both, I am no Count, but an equally -- though, highly esteemed -- man. Speak freely.”\n\n\tLawrence swallowed. “O-of course, Count William.”\n\n\t“Just William will be fine for you. As it is for you, [i]Wise Wolf of Yoitsu[/i].” He smiled again, emphasizing the syllables in her title, as if he could taste the sweetness of their congruence on his lips.\n\n\t“And just Holo is fine for you.” \n\n\t“Hmph! Of course.” The Count closed his eyes for a moment before rising gracefully from his throne, as if pulled by unseen strings. “It was I who so rudely removed you from your drinking, so I propose we make up for lost time. Shall we?”\n\n\tHolo smiled. “I believe we will get along quite nicely, most venerable Count.”\n\n–\n\n\t“Lawrence, – it was Lawrence, yes? You seem uneasy.”\n\n\tThe table they were seated around seemed as if it extended onward forever, and clustered at one end was Holo and Lawrence, William sitting directly across, humbly leaving the head of table unmanned. In front of them was a wide selection of exotic foods and multiple bottles of expensive wine, those of which Holo took with surprising grace. \n\n\tThe dining room was similar to the hallways Holo had been escorted through earlier, suits of armor clad with used weapons and knick-knacks of varying expense placed on long end-tables made of rare, dark woods, all pushed up against the walls. The windows were blacked out by heavy fabric hung high on the walls, and the room glowed with a bright orange from candelabras positioned all around.\n\n\tAgain, there was only one guard, the same that had lurked on the left hand of William, his face concealed and his voice yet unheard; and he remained silent, standing in the corner, watching on menacingly.\n\n\tWilliam had persuaded Holo to remove her cloak, leaving her ears and her tail – both of which he regarded as “divine beyond comprehension” – exposed and free to add to her charm. Her cloak was folded up on the table, arm's reach away. \n\n\n\t“Ah yes... It's just that, you are a Count. And we are -- Well, [i]she[/i] is...”\n\n\t“Allow me to reassure you: my allegiance to the Church will not be an obstacle.”\n\n\t“I... don't mean to question you, but, how can we trust this? It does seem risky to humor us with dinner and drinks, regardless of your interest in Holo's... status.”\n\n\t“To humor you? I believe you have all of this quite wrong! --You must understand, there was a point in my life where I would not have hesitated to turn you both in to the Church, or possibly kill you myself, if I so fancied; but I am not who I once was.”\n\n\t“Is that so?”\n\n\t“Indeed. The influence the church once had over me left me as obedient as I was blind, but it was not until I heard of the prejudice that follows us aristocrats that I entered into a state of questioning. And that is to say I learned of our... how should I word it? I would say of our [i]dimness[/i], especially when blessed so divinely by the light of God, as it so happens with those born of right.”\n\n\tHolo pressed her legs tightly together and fidgeted uncomfortably.\n\n\t“I decided to become learned, and not just in the typical studies one such as myself seeking knowledge would, but in the art of wisdom, something your dear companion could likely teach me much about.” He looked over at her and sharpened his gaze.\n\n\t“And you found disdain for the church's deception in your studies?”\n\n\t“Yes, but even more so for their beliefs. I have long been in questioning over the existence of Gods, and extremely skeptical of the God the church presents. It seems many of these beliefs are merely constructs taken from other belief systems, and I am tired of their games. It deprives us all of what truly matters.”\n\n\t“So what is it that matters?” Holo interjected.\n\n\t“The truth.”\n\n\t“...That's quite noble of you. But how would you recognize this truth, even if you were to hear it outright?”\n\n\tLawrence watched on as the conversation was hijacked, Holo seemingly understanding William far better than he.\n\n\t“Unfortunately, I do not believe I could. Everything I know could very possibly be a deception, and if so, I don't doubt it is necessary. However, there are times in life where we come to revelations, and those are the moments for which I live... for moments like these. To see a God in the flesh, to know there is truth beyond the lies. It is unlike anything.”\n\t\n\tFrom the corner of his eye, Lawrence noticed Holo had placed her freehand against the upper portion of her thigh, the sides of her fingers pressing into the seat of her pants. With his focus now on her, he noticed every few moments she would either spread her legs, or press them tightly together, her hand remaining in its spot as she went back and forth.\n\t\n\tShe continued to sip on her wine, and Lawrence wondered if she did it out of politeness, or simply because she'd have thought it a sin to pass up a drink so fine. Regardless, he was thankful her bladder was full, as he believed that to be the cause of her uncharacteristic self-control – a valuable trait, he thought, in the presence of a man who could end his career, and possibly his life, with a stroke of the wrist.\n\n\tHolo noticed Lawrence's repeated glances in her direction, despite their subtly, and moved her hand to her lap. She would have rather he remained ignorant to her plight, as she would no doubt be teased for it later, but of far more concern than that was the urge itself, which had grown to the point she could hardly contain herself. What compelled her to drink the wine beyond even its near perfect flavor was the growing sense of restlessness within her, and she cursed herself with every sip.\n\n\tThe Count went on, transitioning flawlessly into an unending diatribe concerning freewill and how it worked in tandem with other philosophical matters, all of which she'd have found marginally more interesting had she been slightly drunker -- and slightly further from urinating on the floor. Many times she considered interrupting him, but held off, not wanting to handicap her own hold over him, nor insult her self-respect and adherence to manners in such a setting.\n\n\tShe kept a plastic expression on her face, at first worried she'd become transparent, but soon too consumed in her need and with the complex and rapidly shifting sub-topics of their debate to pay it any mind. More than once she shifted her legs around, even crossing them at one point, though immediately uncrossing them, the position nearly resulting in a leak.\n\n\tThen, as if it were a final warning from her body, she felt her stomach begin to tighten and her urge rapidly crescendoed. She tried to strengthen the pressure against her groin, but found herself already pressing as hard as she could. Her entire body flexed and her thighs shook for second long bursts. The sudden feeling of warmth on her crotch made her flinch, and with great effort, she managed to fight off the urge to grimace as a drop of urine escaped the fabric of her now damp crotch and trailed down her butt cheeks, making a small spot on the bottom of her black pants.\n\n\t“Which naturally brings us to the question of 'why?' And 'tis not that I wonder of the individual soul -- that which must have a fate determined by God himself -- but rather his freewill -- which must be meaningful, should it not? Else... why have it? Or rather, why be presented with the [i]illusion[/i] that it is there? To what purpose are we tested? What is it that could morally condemn a child to burn upon birth? Or is even making this a matter of morality in the first place blasphemous? After all, who am I to question He who has given me life? And we return again to my ultimate dilemma, and that is the dichotomy which pierces through the core of every thought, feeling, and emotion we have. The haunting illustration of a world beyond worlds, and a life beyond life. Sometimes I feel as-”\n\n\t“-Aye, William, it is terrible of me to interrupt, as your wisdom is indeed a match for my own, but it seems this wine has gone right through me...”\n\n\t“Ah, yes,” His expression softened. “I suppose I have kept you for quite awhile now, haven't I?”\n\n\t“Indeed,” Holo stifled the desire to grimace as she stood, keeping her body leaned slightly forward.. She could not help but speak with a bit of tension: “So if you will excuse me, I will not be-”\n\n\t“-Actually,” he cut her off, and paused, putting a palm up to stop her. “Actually, I cannot excuse you.”\n\n\tShe looked up at him. “... And why is that?”\n\n\t“Because I do not will it so.”\n\n\tThere was a long silence, both of them staring deep into the other's expression. His remained stoic, though entertained, and almost taunting; while Holo's went from one of deep concern, to a moment of epiphany, and eventually settled on mild enthusiasm and skepticism.\n\n\tShe sounded as if she could laugh. “Surely you jest.”\n\n\t“Surely I do not.”\n\n\tAnother brief silence.\n\n\t“... Hmpf!” she responded, still playing along with his game. “If I were to walk from this room, am I to believe your guard would stop me?” She attempted to smile authentically, but her expression better conveyed her urgency. Her thighs flexed and she shifted lightly on the spot, no longer able to keep her situation a secret.\n\n\t“Most assuredly.” \n\n\t“...And this is because you... will it? Yes?”\n\n\tAfter a short pause, he responded. “Aye.”\n\n\tStanding in place became too difficult to maintain, and tentatively her bottom lowered toward her seat, the last bits of amusement on her face transforming into what looked like a mixture of irritation and confusion – where one started and the other ended, no one in the room could say for sure.\n\n\t“So,” she started off, before pausing for a moment. “You are saying that-”\n\n\t“-I am saying you are not allowed to leave this room until I say so.”\n\n\tHer eyes sharpened and her eye brows furled, the increasing tension of her jaw showing through her upturned dimples. “And if I... [i]must[/i] leave this room?”\n\n\t“You cannot. Though, maybe in time, I will change my mind.”\n\n\t“...Why are you doing this?” She showed a fang to him, but the helplessness of her expression diffused her own anger and belittled her own threat. She looked as if she could cry. Lawrence was taken aback by the candidness she was showing, and instinctively knew the game had ended.\n\n\t“Simply because I can. You should know that better than anyone, [i]Wise Wolf of Yoitsu[/i].”\n\n\t“... So you are doing this to show us your power, then?” Lawrence chimed in. “And this is the way you're choosing to do it? I promise you, Count William, there is no need to make any show. We know perfectly well what you're capable of... I don't see why you need to put Holo through this.”\n\n\tShe looked over at him, embarrassed at her need to be defended, but also at a loss for words. She clutched the bag around her neck, but Lawrence reached over and put his hand on her thigh to comfort her. After glancing over at him with a irritation, she understood and swallowed her anger, releasing the bag.\n\n\t“There is no need to make a show of the obvious. I assume your sight is not damaged, is it, Lawrence?” Holo sneered at the Count's wit. “The reality of the situation is that I wish to illustrate a lesson to your dear companion, who has so gratefully provided us with a show.”\n\n\t“... A show...?” Lawrence squinted at him.\n\n\t“Don't pretend as though you did not notice it. Am I to believe that her behavior with me was in any way authentic? That she has not been patronizing me from the very start? What an insult, to think someone with so little humility could act wiser than myself. Or to act wiser than anybody, for that matter.”\n\n\t“If you were so... bothered by this,” Holo squirmed, another droplet of urine dribbling down her butt, widening the spot on the seat of her pants. “Then why didn't you just [i]say[/i] something? Instead you simmered in your own emotions and plotted – like a child. That does not strike me as wise, especially in the presence of a god... You should learn some respect for your elders.”\n\n\t“A threat, is it...? You speak highly of yourself, and I have no doubt your status as a god could be a potential downfall for me; though, this is why I have chosen to do things as I have. When I deem it fit, which it seems will not be long,” he smiled, taking great pleasure in Holo's predicament,”I will allow you to leave my estate. And with these conditions in place, I have no fear in you taking advantage of these... presumed divine powers. It is no secret I am powerful, as well as connected highly with the church. Killing me or even angering me would be unwise for you – as well as for the companion you clearly, dearly care for. And how could a wise wolf make such an unwise decision?”\n\n\t“Grrrr...” She again clutched the bag around her neck. Lawrence tightened his grip on her thigh, but she didn't look over at him. She continued to clutch and continued to sneer at the devil across the room, doing all she could to keep herself from making the unwise choice.\n\n\t“I believe this has worked out quite well. I have the pleasure of not only meeting a deity and seeing proof of your divine existence, but the once in a lifetime chance to humble one such as yourself. It is quite an honor. And of course, the both of you have little to pay for this to be brought to me. As you can leave when I am finished enjoying this show; this show that [i]I[/i] am putting on, with my dear Holo playing the leading role. I am sure this is a rare sight for you as well, Lawrence, so enjoy it.”\n\n\tLawrence sneered back at him and growled under his breath, nearly instructing Holo to rip the bag from her neck and do as she wished. Before he had a chance to respond, he heard Holo grunt, a sudden, sharp noise, low enough to sound involuntary, but loud enough so all in the room could hear. He looked over at her and found her eyes wide with surprise and her eye brows curled tightly forward with anxiety. Her lips were turning white, and he could see her jaw moving at the corners, her teeth grinding slowly.\n\n\t“... Are you alright?” He leaned in and spoke low. “He said there was a chance he'd let us go if we waited long enough. Do you... think you can wait?”\n\n\t“Don't be stupid.” She spoke in an equally low, but far harsher manner. “Isn't it obvious what he is doing?! He isn't going to let me go, no matter how long we wait here.”\n\n\t“But...” He looked at her with concern, bothered by the tears in the corners of her eyes. He looked at William, his expression hardening. “How long exactly does she have to wait? And if she waits long enough, do we have your word you'll let her go?”\n\n\t“Hmpf!” He scoffed. “I'll let her go when I get bored. And yes,” he spoke with ill-humor, as if he were constantly stifling a laugh. “You have my word.”\n\n\t Unsatisfied, Lawrence sneered back at him, wanting to dispute, trying to find the words to free them from their situation, but the implications of their few options were too crippling in the long term, and greatly outweighed a bit of embarrassment for Holo.\n\n\t“I am afraid...” Holo mumbled, looking down at her lap, both hands now pressed tightly against her groin. “That...”\n\n\tLawrence looked over at her, a single tear running down her cheek, something he guiltily found more charming than pitiful. He put his arm on her shoulder and slid it on to her back, rubbing it back and forth gently. “Hey, it's alright. You don't have to be embarrassed.”\n\n\t“I know that!” She snapped, looking up at him with anger, before grimacing and looking down again, her body leaning further forward. “I better not hear anything about this later. And I swear if you tell [i]anybody[/i], I will not hesitate to kill you.”\n\n\t“My lips are sealed.” He gave her a reassuring smile, and she glanced over just long enough to catch it.\n\n\t“Ohhhh,” she groaned. She leaked again, another line of urine trailing down her butt. She gripped the fabric of her pants and pulled it tight against her crotch, trying to catch the urine as it left her, also checking the damage by how it felt. The pants were cold against her privates, and the moisture extended down to the bottom of both of her butt cheeks, slowly encroaching upward.\n\n\tThe sudden dampness against her groin caused more to dribble out. She was unable to tell how much, as it absorbed immediately into the crotch of her pants, but it was enough so she felt the warmth on her fingers through the fabric, and it slightly elongated the patch down her butt, leaving bits of liquid below her on the seat.\n\n\tTrying to pull in too hard made her urge worse, but relaxing too much made little bits leak out, and as the middle ground between her options dissipated, the twitching in her muscles increased in intensity and frequency. The urine was sitting heavy against her urethra, unsettling close to escape.\n\n\tShe gasped, all eyes quickly focusing on her. Her cheeks flushed redder than Lawrence had ever seen them and her eyes closed tightly, a single tear overflowing and traveling down her cheek.\n\n\t“Are you alright?” Before he could finish speaking, a faint hiss began emanating from her groin, and quickly increased in volume. Within moments, there was the light splattering of water on stone, and as Lawrence looked down toward her legs, he saw the back of her pants glimmering, a light yellow liquid overflowing from the chair she sat on. \n\n\tShe raised her hands slowly from her groin and slowly spread her legs, revealing the puddle near her crotch, ripples traveling through it as urine continued to flow out of her. Most of it fell on to the floor in front of the chair, but some dripped down her legs, and when she quickly kicked off her shoes, he saw it running down her ankle, creating a smaller puddle that soon merged with the larger one.\n\n\tAfter several moments, he saw smaller lines of urine falling from the sides of the chair, as the seat completely filled, and overflowed.. Her eyes slowly opened and her expression softened, the relief beginning to overpower the embarrassment.\n\n\tWhen the hissing faded, the residual urine continued to leak off the chair and run down her ankles for several moments, slowing as time passed. They all sat in silence, Lawrence's arm tentatively returning to Holo's back, rubbing it slowly. He worried she would snap at him for doing it, but she didn't speak.\n\n\tWith an expression that grated both Holo and Lawrence to the core, the Count's hands rose above the table and clapped, as if he were an audience and they were actors, there entirely for his amusement.\n\n\t“Excellent show.”\n\n\t“Are we free to leave now?” Holo asked curtly.\n\n\t“That was the deal, was it not? --Joseph, please escort them out... And Wise Wolf, normally, I'd offer you a change of clothes, but I feel the walk back to your inn will do you good.”\n\n\tWithout saying a word, Holo stood from her seat, Lawrence following. She fixed her pants, pulling the expensive material from her groin and straightening the legs, the wet areas against her butt and down the backs of her legs plainly visible despite the color of the pants. They were darker than the rest of the fabric and glimmered in the light.\n\n\tWhen she turned around and headed for the door, Lawrence looked at her behind, confirming it was soaked from one end to the next. It stuck to her butt, fitting its form perfectly, and each time she reached around to peel it off, it ended up back against her within a few steps, until she eventually stopped trying.\n\n\tAs he walked behind her, he noticed there were droplets on the ground, leaving a trail. He imagined it was from the urine left in the chair when she had finished, all of it getting collected in her pants and traveling down her legs when she stood. \n\n\tThey retrieved her cloak before leaving, thankful it was still dry. It covered most of her, and it made the walk back marginally easier, neither of them suspecting anyone on the way back having noticed the state of her clothes or seen any remnants of her accident lingering on the ground where she walked. They both remained silent for the entirety of the walk. Lawrence was too nervous to speak to her, intimidated by unexpected lack of emotion.\n\n\tShe led the way into the inn and into their room, looking over her shoulder as Lawrence entered. The moment the door closed she tore off her cloak and tossed it on the bed, again revealing the fabric of her pants clinging tightly to her behind. Without hesitation she dropped them and pulled them quickly from her ankles, using the tips of her fingers to avoid further dirtying her hands.\n\n\tShe looked back, and in a flash her face went from emptiness to anger and she stomped toward Lawrence, grabbing him by the collar of his shirt and pushing him against the door. Only inches from his face, she sneered, showing both fangs, coming at him with enough intensity to make him wonder if for a moment she was seriously going to kill him.\n\n\t“I hope you know I was not joking before.” She growled.\n\n\t“W-what do you-”\n\n\t“Shut up! You [i]know[/i] what I mean. If you speak of this to anyone, I will not hesitate to kill you.”\n\n\t“I wasn't joking, either. I'm not gonna tell anyone...”\n\n\tShe squinted at him and paused, before releasing his collar and taking a step back. “Aye. I hope for your sake you are being honest... Now fetch me a bath! I wish to wash myself of this stench... As well as the smell of the urine.”\n\n\t", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "\tHolo's head rested in her palm, and her body was stretched out on its side, atop white, silken sheets, with the elegance of a Roman empress. She had one leg lazily positioned in the front of the other, her freehand lying on the back of her thigh, just bellow her bottom. Her eye lids hung with disinterest, but her lips were curled into a scowl, her resentment aimed at the door across from her, which concealed two guards, both of which she assumed were armed.

\tFiddling with the bag of wheat around her neck, she contemplated her options. A coy expression not far from a smile appeared on her face as she fantasized about assuming her wolf form and barreling her way through the manor, even going as far to visualize slaughtering the guards who stood in her way, though she'd never admit such to Lawrence.

\tShe fell onto her back, thankful that at least the conditions of her imprisonment were not entirely unpleasant. Silken sheets softer than she had ever felt, pillows fluffier than she had ever seen, and complex patterns carved into every bit of wood in sight, from the backboard of the bed, to the frame of the same door she had been scowling at just a moment ago. The luxury was preferable to the potential alternatives; but worrisome in it's own right, as clearly whomever it was that had business with them was both very rich, and very powerful.

\tShe fidgeted uncomfortably, pondering how much longer she would be under lock and key, and whether or not they would honor a request to relieve herself – something she wished she'd have done before being taken away against her will with no warning. She toyed with the idea of urinating in the room out of spite, and had to stop herself from laughing. If they were not already doomed, surely that would make it so.

\tThe door opened and a guard looked inside.

\t“The Count requests your presence. Come with me.”

\tThere was a lot she wanted to ask him: about his lord, about Lawrence, to where she was being taken -- but she knew better than to question someone of such dismal countenance. His voice was emotionless and his expression was empty, though his eyes were critical in their emptiness, as if on edge, secretly enthused by the idea of her fighting back. His hand clutched his spear with all too much malevolence.

\tHe led her down a large hallway lined with gilded doors and tables filled with expensive looking pottery and emblems, each door hiding what she imagined to be another small collection of valuables and fabrics too colorful to behold for long. When they reached the end, he pushed opened a set of double doors, twice as large as any other doors she had yet seen, and beyond was a room more ornate than any other, light pouring in through stained glass windows illustrated with biblical parables, and masterfully crafted statuettes of human bodies and busts, old age and wisdom left lingering in the air. Lined against the walls were suits of armor, each suit wielding a different weapon, each of them looking worn as if they had seen combat themselves. Above them were tapestries of famous, religious art, hung high on the walls, so high that they would not have been visible had they not been so large.

\tAt the end of the expanse, there were two steps of marble leading up to a throne which seated a man surrounded by two guards. Standing in the center before the lord, there was a man with short gray hair, and when he turned around to meet the noise of the doors, she recognized him instantly. Holo sighed with relief, but, in her stoic form, denied herself the pleasure of a smile.

\tThe guards led her to Lawrence's side, where they both remained silent, acknowledging each other with their expressions. She saw worry in his eyes, but before she could make any assumptions, the Count spoke.

\t“All who are not of the name Joseph and have not been brought here by my will, leave this room.”

\tAll the guards, excluding the one to the Count's right, headed for the large double doors, moving without question, and without delay. The clattering of armor echoed throughout the room, and when all had left, it was left silent.

\t“Young lady,” The Count had been staring intently at Holo since she had entered. “Remove your hood.”

\tHolo's body stiffened and her eyes widened for a moment. She threw a sideways glance at Lawrence, but neither of them could see the other as they remained looking forward out of a respect.

\t“Why do you hesitate?”

\tShe brought her hand up and clasped onto the bag around her neck, her expression unchanging. The Count's eyes seemed to hone in, his eye lids sinking almost imperceptibly at her motion, an equally imperceptible frown forming on his lips.

\t“The hood.” Lawrence said it softly, as if to reassure her. After hesitating for a moment, she dropped the hood with one swift motion and looked up at the Count, his eyes widening slowly, excitement poking through his kingly mask..

\t“So it is true...” He said it under his breath, mystified. His demeanor quickly softened and he spoke respectfully. “Before my very eyes, I witness a pagan God in the flesh.”

\tHolo's expression softened in return, and a smile crept on her lips. She kept them fine and her eyes sultry, hoping to come off as charming as she could, but Lawrence knew better and saw a malevolence in her eyes that chilled him to the core, rendering the Count a mere child by comparison.

\tHolo's eyes closed as she spoke. “Quite the welcome.”

\tLawrence's entire body froze as she spoke. “Holo!”

\tThe Count laughed. “No, 'tis fine. It is I who should mind his manners.” He closed his eyes for a moment, mimicking her grace, smiling, a look of true satisfaction, something rare to see in the face of any aristocrat, especially one of such rank. “Make no mistake about me, I know my place. My divinity is from the God of chance, not from the God of blood; and the God of chance is a fickle one, I bid thee knows what it is I mean?”

\t“Aye.” Holo continued to smile. “I should be careful around you, less your wisdom surpass my own.”

\t“Such flattering words from one so... endowed. 'Tis an honor. And what is your name and title? For I am Count William, Lord of this manor you now reside -- the name of thee which is better unsaid.”

\t“I am Holo, Wise Wolf of Yoitsu..”

\t“... Excellent. And what of your companion?” William directed his gaze at Lawrence.

\t“O-oh! I am... Lawrence. Just a...” he swallowed, “...traveling merchant. Nothing more.”

\t“There is no need to be so apprehensive. You are blessed to travel with one such as her, and so I offer my sincerest respect. Speak easy. For, in regards to you both, I am no Count, but an equally -- though, highly esteemed -- man. Speak freely.”

\tLawrence swallowed. “O-of course, Count William.”

\t“Just William will be fine for you. As it is for you, Wise Wolf of Yoitsu.” He smiled again, emphasizing the syllables in her title, as if he could taste the sweetness of their congruence on his lips.

\t“And just Holo is fine for you.”

\t“Hmph! Of course.” The Count closed his eyes for a moment before rising gracefully from his throne, as if pulled by unseen strings. “It was I who so rudely removed you from your drinking, so I propose we make up for lost time. Shall we?”

\tHolo smiled. “I believe we will get along quite nicely, most venerable Count.”

–

\t“Lawrence, – it was Lawrence, yes? You seem uneasy.”

\tThe table they were seated around seemed as if it extended onward forever, and clustered at one end was Holo and Lawrence, William sitting directly across, humbly leaving the head of table unmanned. In front of them was a wide selection of exotic foods and multiple bottles of expensive wine, those of which Holo took with surprising grace.

\tThe dining room was similar to the hallways Holo had been escorted through earlier, suits of armor clad with used weapons and knick-knacks of varying expense placed on long end-tables made of rare, dark woods, all pushed up against the walls. The windows were blacked out by heavy fabric hung high on the walls, and the room glowed with a bright orange from candelabras positioned all around.

\tAgain, there was only one guard, the same that had lurked on the left hand of William, his face concealed and his voice yet unheard; and he remained silent, standing in the corner, watching on menacingly.

\tWilliam had persuaded Holo to remove her cloak, leaving her ears and her tail – both of which he regarded as “divine beyond comprehension” – exposed and free to add to her charm. Her cloak was folded up on the table, arm's reach away.


\t“Ah yes... It's just that, you are a Count. And we are -- Well, she is...”

\t“Allow me to reassure you: my allegiance to the Church will not be an obstacle.”

\t“I... don't mean to question you, but, how can we trust this? It does seem risky to humor us with dinner and drinks, regardless of your interest in Holo's... status.”

\t“To humor you? I believe you have all of this quite wrong! --You must understand, there was a point in my life where I would not have hesitated to turn you both in to the Church, or possibly kill you myself, if I so fancied; but I am not who I once was.”

\t“Is that so?”

\t“Indeed. The influence the church once had over me left me as obedient as I was blind, but it was not until I heard of the prejudice that follows us aristocrats that I entered into a state of questioning. And that is to say I learned of our... how should I word it? I would say of our dimness, especially when blessed so divinely by the light of God, as it so happens with those born of right.”

\tHolo pressed her legs tightly together and fidgeted uncomfortably.

\t“I decided to become learned, and not just in the typical studies one such as myself seeking knowledge would, but in the art of wisdom, something your dear companion could likely teach me much about.” He looked over at her and sharpened his gaze.

\t“And you found disdain for the church's deception in your studies?”

\t“Yes, but even more so for their beliefs. I have long been in questioning over the existence of Gods, and extremely skeptical of the God the church presents. It seems many of these beliefs are merely constructs taken from other belief systems, and I am tired of their games. It deprives us all of what truly matters.”

\t“So what is it that matters?” Holo interjected.

\t“The truth.”

\t“...That's quite noble of you. But how would you recognize this truth, even if you were to hear it outright?”

\tLawrence watched on as the conversation was hijacked, Holo seemingly understanding William far better than he.

\t“Unfortunately, I do not believe I could. Everything I know could very possibly be a deception, and if so, I don't doubt it is necessary. However, there are times in life where we come to revelations, and those are the moments for which I live... for moments like these. To see a God in the flesh, to know there is truth beyond the lies. It is unlike anything.”
\t
\tFrom the corner of his eye, Lawrence noticed Holo had placed her freehand against the upper portion of her thigh, the sides of her fingers pressing into the seat of her pants. With his focus now on her, he noticed every few moments she would either spread her legs, or press them tightly together, her hand remaining in its spot as she went back and forth.
\t
\tShe continued to sip on her wine, and Lawrence wondered if she did it out of politeness, or simply because she'd have thought it a sin to pass up a drink so fine. Regardless, he was thankful her bladder was full, as he believed that to be the cause of her uncharacteristic self-control – a valuable trait, he thought, in the presence of a man who could end his career, and possibly his life, with a stroke of the wrist.

\tHolo noticed Lawrence's repeated glances in her direction, despite their subtly, and moved her hand to her lap. She would have rather he remained ignorant to her plight, as she would no doubt be teased for it later, but of far more concern than that was the urge itself, which had grown to the point she could hardly contain herself. What compelled her to drink the wine beyond even its near perfect flavor was the growing sense of restlessness within her, and she cursed herself with every sip.

\tThe Count went on, transitioning flawlessly into an unending diatribe concerning freewill and how it worked in tandem with other philosophical matters, all of which she'd have found marginally more interesting had she been slightly drunker -- and slightly further from urinating on the floor. Many times she considered interrupting him, but held off, not wanting to handicap her own hold over him, nor insult her self-respect and adherence to manners in such a setting.

\tShe kept a plastic expression on her face, at first worried she'd become transparent, but soon too consumed in her need and with the complex and rapidly shifting sub-topics of their debate to pay it any mind. More than once she shifted her legs around, even crossing them at one point, though immediately uncrossing them, the position nearly resulting in a leak.

\tThen, as if it were a final warning from her body, she felt her stomach begin to tighten and her urge rapidly crescendoed. She tried to strengthen the pressure against her groin, but found herself already pressing as hard as she could. Her entire body flexed and her thighs shook for second long bursts. The sudden feeling of warmth on her crotch made her flinch, and with great effort, she managed to fight off the urge to grimace as a drop of urine escaped the fabric of her now damp crotch and trailed down her butt cheeks, making a small spot on the bottom of her black pants.

\t“Which naturally brings us to the question of 'why?' And 'tis not that I wonder of the individual soul -- that which must have a fate determined by God himself -- but rather his freewill -- which must be meaningful, should it not? Else... why have it? Or rather, why be presented with the illusion that it is there? To what purpose are we tested? What is it that could morally condemn a child to burn upon birth? Or is even making this a matter of morality in the first place blasphemous? After all, who am I to question He who has given me life? And we return again to my ultimate dilemma, and that is the dichotomy which pierces through the core of every thought, feeling, and emotion we have. The haunting illustration of a world beyond worlds, and a life beyond life. Sometimes I feel as-”

\t“-Aye, William, it is terrible of me to interrupt, as your wisdom is indeed a match for my own, but it seems this wine has gone right through me...”

\t“Ah, yes,” His expression softened. “I suppose I have kept you for quite awhile now, haven't I?”

\t“Indeed,” Holo stifled the desire to grimace as she stood, keeping her body leaned slightly forward.. She could not help but speak with a bit of tension: “So if you will excuse me, I will not be-”

\t“-Actually,” he cut her off, and paused, putting a palm up to stop her. “Actually, I cannot excuse you.”

\tShe looked up at him. “... And why is that?”

\t“Because I do not will it so.”

\tThere was a long silence, both of them staring deep into the other's expression. His remained stoic, though entertained, and almost taunting; while Holo's went from one of deep concern, to a moment of epiphany, and eventually settled on mild enthusiasm and skepticism.

\tShe sounded as if she could laugh. “Surely you jest.”

\t“Surely I do not.”

\tAnother brief silence.

\t“... Hmpf!” she responded, still playing along with his game. “If I were to walk from this room, am I to believe your guard would stop me?” She attempted to smile authentically, but her expression better conveyed her urgency. Her thighs flexed and she shifted lightly on the spot, no longer able to keep her situation a secret.

\t“Most assuredly.”

\t“...And this is because you... will it? Yes?”

\tAfter a short pause, he responded. “Aye.”

\tStanding in place became too difficult to maintain, and tentatively her bottom lowered toward her seat, the last bits of amusement on her face transforming into what looked like a mixture of irritation and confusion – where one started and the other ended, no one in the room could say for sure.

\t“So,” she started off, before pausing for a moment. “You are saying that-”

\t“-I am saying you are not allowed to leave this room until I say so.”

\tHer eyes sharpened and her eye brows furled, the increasing tension of her jaw showing through her upturned dimples. “And if I... must leave this room?”

\t“You cannot. Though, maybe in time, I will change my mind.”

\t“...Why are you doing this?” She showed a fang to him, but the helplessness of her expression diffused her own anger and belittled her own threat. She looked as if she could cry. Lawrence was taken aback by the candidness she was showing, and instinctively knew the game had ended.

\t“Simply because I can. You should know that better than anyone, Wise Wolf of Yoitsu.”

\t“... So you are doing this to show us your power, then?” Lawrence chimed in. “And this is the way you're choosing to do it? I promise you, Count William, there is no need to make any show. We know perfectly well what you're capable of... I don't see why you need to put Holo through this.”

\tShe looked over at him, embarrassed at her need to be defended, but also at a loss for words. She clutched the bag around her neck, but Lawrence reached over and put his hand on her thigh to comfort her. After glancing over at him with a irritation, she understood and swallowed her anger, releasing the bag.

\t“There is no need to make a show of the obvious. I assume your sight is not damaged, is it, Lawrence?” Holo sneered at the Count's wit. “The reality of the situation is that I wish to illustrate a lesson to your dear companion, who has so gratefully provided us with a show.”

\t“... A show...?” Lawrence squinted at him.

\t“Don't pretend as though you did not notice it. Am I to believe that her behavior with me was in any way authentic? That she has not been patronizing me from the very start? What an insult, to think someone with so little humility could act wiser than myself. Or to act wiser than anybody, for that matter.”

\t“If you were so... bothered by this,” Holo squirmed, another droplet of urine dribbling down her butt, widening the spot on the seat of her pants. “Then why didn't you just say something? Instead you simmered in your own emotions and plotted – like a child. That does not strike me as wise, especially in the presence of a god... You should learn some respect for your elders.”

\t“A threat, is it...? You speak highly of yourself, and I have no doubt your status as a god could be a potential downfall for me; though, this is why I have chosen to do things as I have. When I deem it fit, which it seems will not be long,” he smiled, taking great pleasure in Holo's predicament,”I will allow you to leave my estate. And with these conditions in place, I have no fear in you taking advantage of these... presumed divine powers. It is no secret I am powerful, as well as connected highly with the church. Killing me or even angering me would be unwise for you – as well as for the companion you clearly, dearly care for. And how could a wise wolf make such an unwise decision?”

\t“Grrrr...” She again clutched the bag around her neck. Lawrence tightened his grip on her thigh, but she didn't look over at him. She continued to clutch and continued to sneer at the devil across the room, doing all she could to keep herself from making the unwise choice.

\t“I believe this has worked out quite well. I have the pleasure of not only meeting a deity and seeing proof of your divine existence, but the once in a lifetime chance to humble one such as yourself. It is quite an honor. And of course, the both of you have little to pay for this to be brought to me. As you can leave when I am finished enjoying this show; this show that I am putting on, with my dear Holo playing the leading role. I am sure this is a rare sight for you as well, Lawrence, so enjoy it.”

\tLawrence sneered back at him and growled under his breath, nearly instructing Holo to rip the bag from her neck and do as she wished. Before he had a chance to respond, he heard Holo grunt, a sudden, sharp noise, low enough to sound involuntary, but loud enough so all in the room could hear. He looked over at her and found her eyes wide with surprise and her eye brows curled tightly forward with anxiety. Her lips were turning white, and he could see her jaw moving at the corners, her teeth grinding slowly.

\t“... Are you alright?” He leaned in and spoke low. “He said there was a chance he'd let us go if we waited long enough. Do you... think you can wait?”

\t“Don't be stupid.” She spoke in an equally low, but far harsher manner. “Isn't it obvious what he is doing?! He isn't going to let me go, no matter how long we wait here.”

\t“But...” He looked at her with concern, bothered by the tears in the corners of her eyes. He looked at William, his expression hardening. “How long exactly does she have to wait? And if she waits long enough, do we have your word you'll let her go?”

\t“Hmpf!” He scoffed. “I'll let her go when I get bored. And yes,” he spoke with ill-humor, as if he were constantly stifling a laugh. “You have my word.”

\t Unsatisfied, Lawrence sneered back at him, wanting to dispute, trying to find the words to free them from their situation, but the implications of their few options were too crippling in the long term, and greatly outweighed a bit of embarrassment for Holo.

\t“I am afraid...” Holo mumbled, looking down at her lap, both hands now pressed tightly against her groin. “That...”

\tLawrence looked over at her, a single tear running down her cheek, something he guiltily found more charming than pitiful. He put his arm on her shoulder and slid it on to her back, rubbing it back and forth gently. “Hey, it's alright. You don't have to be embarrassed.”

\t“I know that!” She snapped, looking up at him with anger, before grimacing and looking down again, her body leaning further forward. “I better not hear anything about this later. And I swear if you tell anybody, I will not hesitate to kill you.”

\t“My lips are sealed.” He gave her a reassuring smile, and she glanced over just long enough to catch it.

\t“Ohhhh,” she groaned. She leaked again, another line of urine trailing down her butt. She gripped the fabric of her pants and pulled it tight against her crotch, trying to catch the urine as it left her, also checking the damage by how it felt. The pants were cold against her privates, and the moisture extended down to the bottom of both of her butt cheeks, slowly encroaching upward.

\tThe sudden dampness against her groin caused more to dribble out. She was unable to tell how much, as it absorbed immediately into the crotch of her pants, but it was enough so she felt the warmth on her fingers through the fabric, and it slightly elongated the patch down her butt, leaving bits of liquid below her on the seat.

\tTrying to pull in too hard made her urge worse, but relaxing too much made little bits leak out, and as the middle ground between her options dissipated, the twitching in her muscles increased in intensity and frequency. The urine was sitting heavy against her urethra, unsettling close to escape.

\tShe gasped, all eyes quickly focusing on her. Her cheeks flushed redder than Lawrence had ever seen them and her eyes closed tightly, a single tear overflowing and traveling down her cheek.

\t“Are you alright?” Before he could finish speaking, a faint hiss began emanating from her groin, and quickly increased in volume. Within moments, there was the light splattering of water on stone, and as Lawrence looked down toward her legs, he saw the back of her pants glimmering, a light yellow liquid overflowing from the chair she sat on.

\tShe raised her hands slowly from her groin and slowly spread her legs, revealing the puddle near her crotch, ripples traveling through it as urine continued to flow out of her. Most of it fell on to the floor in front of the chair, but some dripped down her legs, and when she quickly kicked off her shoes, he saw it running down her ankle, creating a smaller puddle that soon merged with the larger one.

\tAfter several moments, he saw smaller lines of urine falling from the sides of the chair, as the seat completely filled, and overflowed.. Her eyes slowly opened and her expression softened, the relief beginning to overpower the embarrassment.

\tWhen the hissing faded, the residual urine continued to leak off the chair and run down her ankles for several moments, slowing as time passed. They all sat in silence, Lawrence's arm tentatively returning to Holo's back, rubbing it slowly. He worried she would snap at him for doing it, but she didn't speak.

\tWith an expression that grated both Holo and Lawrence to the core, the Count's hands rose above the table and clapped, as if he were an audience and they were actors, there entirely for his amusement.

\t“Excellent show.”

\t“Are we free to leave now?” Holo asked curtly.

\t“That was the deal, was it not?  --Joseph, please escort them out... And Wise Wolf, normally, I'd offer you a change of clothes, but I feel the walk back to your inn will do you good.”

\tWithout saying a word, Holo stood from her seat, Lawrence following. She fixed her pants, pulling the expensive material from her groin and straightening the legs, the wet areas against her butt and down the backs of her legs plainly visible despite the color of the pants. They were darker than the rest of the fabric and glimmered in the light.

\tWhen she turned around and headed for the door, Lawrence looked at her behind, confirming it was soaked from one end to the next. It stuck to her butt, fitting its form perfectly, and each time she reached around to peel it off, it ended up back against her within a few steps, until she eventually stopped trying.

\tAs he walked behind her, he noticed there were droplets on the ground, leaving a trail. He imagined it was from the urine left in the chair when she had finished, all of it getting collected in her pants and traveling down her legs when she stood.

\tThey retrieved her cloak before leaving, thankful it was still dry. It covered most of her, and it made the walk back marginally easier, neither of them suspecting anyone on the way back having noticed the state of her clothes or seen any remnants of her accident lingering on the ground where she walked. They both remained silent for the entirety of the walk. Lawrence was too nervous to speak to her, intimidated by unexpected lack of emotion.

\tShe led the way into the inn and into their room, looking over her shoulder as Lawrence entered. The moment the door closed she tore off her cloak and tossed it on the bed, again revealing the fabric of her pants clinging tightly to her behind. Without hesitation she dropped them and pulled them quickly from her ankles, using the tips of her fingers to avoid further dirtying her hands.

\tShe looked back, and in a flash her face went from emptiness to anger and she stomped toward Lawrence, grabbing him by the collar of his shirt and pushing him against the door. Only inches from his face, she sneered, showing both fangs, coming at him with enough intensity to make him wonder if for a moment she was seriously going to kill him.

\t“I hope you know I was not joking before.” She growled.

\t“W-what do you-”

\t“Shut up! You know what I mean. If you speak of this to anyone, I will not hesitate to kill you.”

\t“I wasn't joking, either. I'm not gonna tell anyone...”

\tShe squinted at him and paused, before releasing his collar and taking a step back. “Aye. I hope for your sake you are being honest... Now fetch me a bath! I wish to wash myself of this stench... As well as the smell of the urine.”

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