filtThe world is cruel, but it's beautiful too.
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Varsu was determined to solve this somehow, even with the limited memories in her own head. Sure, she would never recover her old self, that was far gone now, but she could help her fellow pet at least. Xalin was not a cruel alien, but he like her, did not have much knowledge when it came to defective humans such as this Pariya. "I will inform the Owner. Thanks." Varsu returned to her own mind then, opening her eyes. "What did you see?" Xalin asked her intently, more curious at Runelle's antics than anything as she thrashed on the ground, black wings fluttering helplessly. "This is a bad thing." Varsu reported. "Don't let her hit her head and pin down her legs?" That was what this Kiyoko said at least. "If her head is hurt, she might not be able to poem anymore."
Xanil looked almost pale at the idea of losing such a vestige of art. "Well, I can't allow that to happen." He produced a fluffy white thing what was probably a pillow and placed it under her head, pinning her down with ropes around her wrists, her ankles. After a while the pinkette stopped her struggling, then she tiredly opened her eyes. "What happened? Was I making a super good poem?" She asked in a very washed out voice, fatigue in every syllable she spoke. "Why are you looking at me funny? Am I funny?" Xalin shook his head. "You humans are so fragile. Filthy as well, I'll have to make you clean." With a swift motion Pariya's rags were lifted from her body, revealing her horrifically mutated body. It looked as if she had tape worms sewn into her torso, snaking all around. She let out a cry of surprise, then shame, as she realized how horrible she was.
"No! Don't look, this isn't art, this is bad!" Xalin sniffed, eyes narrowing. "Art must be impeccable, and frankly, you smell. I'll tend to that, I'll teach you humans what hygiene is." So after a lengthy sponge bath Runelle was cleansed and waxed until the only hairs left were on her head and brows. It was uncomfortable and the dazed poet wriggled and squirmed the entire time but she was helpless but in the end she was put in some silken robe that hung off her body down to her knees, a light pastel coriander sort of color.
"I'll invite the others and their human pets to this room." Xalin told them with a satisfied nod after feeding them. "It will be an exhibition of art, so I hope you have your best songs and poems prepared for the occasion." An exhibition? Was Runelle really ready for this? "Owner says we are, so we are ready." Varsu told her calmly, eyes shut as she swayed on her chair. The pinkette felt nervous but she hoped she wouldn't let her Master down. Everyone would be here to see what he made of his pets, and there was something strange inside of her that wanted to please Xalin in whatever way she could.