The Road Least Traveled, Along the Bonnie Banks O' Loch Ril'tonen…

[Passionate Shadow]

Azale now, desperately tried to get away. Short gasps, and yelps escaped him they were softly in tone and volume though. He shook his head crying now. He shifted as if pulling together to become smaller. “S-stop all-ready…” he spoke quietly his voice hitched slightly He dug the toed of his leather boots in to the ground below still trying to get away.

He shook his head again, slamming the switch down again, several more times, making sure to spanking his thighs and legs as well, until he was practically glowing. He set the switch down and gave him three good spanks on each cheek before looking down at him. "Now, if you promise to be good, I'll let you up," he promised.

[Passionate Shadow]

Azale shivered in pain nearly on the verge to start bawling rather then his much quieter cries. “Gods yes! I p-pro-mise~!” He said rather hastily making a gentle ‘hurt-puppy’ sound. Azale wanted desperate at that moment not to be any where near the other that had caused him so much pain-he wanted up desperately-it was clear in his voice.

Kalthorn nodded and released him, standing up. "Good. Let that be a lesson to you, boy." He grunted softly. "Now, just behave and I won't have to put you back over my knee."

[Passionate Shadow]

Azale easily fell too his knees having a bit of trouble trying to regain any sort of ‘respectable’ composure. He waited for a short amount of time before tugging up his clothes with a hiss of pain. Still on the ground he glared up at the other with a leer before using the back of his gloved hands to try and clear away the still flowing tears. He seemed to have gone silent. Only a short list of things going through his head one being how in the seven hells he would be able to even catch dinner now. Still the younger didn't move from the ground.

Kalthorn watched him for a moment and sighed. "Be safe then, brat," he stated, turning back to the road. "I've been put off schedule and I have a lot of ground to cover still... just stay out of trouble."

[Passionate Shadow]

The shorter got to his feet. “Oh no; you owe me a meal.” He accused before wincing in pain. Azale reached a hand back to rub at his abused skin but quickly removed it stifling a curse. “I’m not letting you go till I get one from ye.” He huffed looking up through dark bangs.

Kalthorn adjusted his robes and glared down at the boy, shrugging. "Fine then, just don't get in my way. You'll have a while to wait though. We probably won't reach another inn until noon, tomorrow." He turned and started to walk down the road again. "And if you get lost, you're on your own."

[Passionate Shadow]

Great he’d have to walk- something he didn’t seem to want to particularly do at the moment he waited for the other to start off and followed. After a few moments of science he spoke. “I didn’t catch yer name?” he half asked as if he missed it if he had given it.

The wolf grunted. "The name's Kalthorn. I'm a warrior mage in service of Krin, the emperor of Tirix... and you? What's your name?"