02-25-2011, 09:32 AM
WC: 308
Makhesthai saw on the woman's face where her thoughts were taking her, that he was angry at her for asking questions? No. He was angry at his mother for making this question relevant to ask but the female did not know that and before he had a chance to say otherwise the pretty but dangerous femme had reached up over her shoulder and then the sword was swinging towards him with deadly precision. He could not help but admire the beauty of the blade and the grace of its wielder as it came closer to him, he wondered vaguely if this female would ever consent to teach him how to use them like that.
He did not move, he did not cower or beg or anything one would expect from a normal puppy. He knew that to do any of these things generally made whatever was to come worse than it would have been originally, he would wait for the female to deal out what punishment she saw fit to correct the supposed injustice he had projected onto her person. He flinched a little and closed one of his eyes, as the blade moved closer, waiting for it to slice into his skin as was his punishment.
He waited but the pain didn't come, he opened his eye and dared to peek a glance at the female and saw she still looked angry, "You need to learn how to behave..." He lowered his one remaining ear and his head down and nodded at her words,
"Yes Ma'am, i'm sorry Ma'am." He still did not care what she thought of him, but she was an older and higher ranking member of the clan and he would show her the respect she was due by her right, his mother had taught him that much at least even if it was through daily beatings.
Makhesthai saw on the woman's face where her thoughts were taking her, that he was angry at her for asking questions? No. He was angry at his mother for making this question relevant to ask but the female did not know that and before he had a chance to say otherwise the pretty but dangerous femme had reached up over her shoulder and then the sword was swinging towards him with deadly precision. He could not help but admire the beauty of the blade and the grace of its wielder as it came closer to him, he wondered vaguely if this female would ever consent to teach him how to use them like that.
He did not move, he did not cower or beg or anything one would expect from a normal puppy. He knew that to do any of these things generally made whatever was to come worse than it would have been originally, he would wait for the female to deal out what punishment she saw fit to correct the supposed injustice he had projected onto her person. He flinched a little and closed one of his eyes, as the blade moved closer, waiting for it to slice into his skin as was his punishment.
He waited but the pain didn't come, he opened his eye and dared to peek a glance at the female and saw she still looked angry, "You need to learn how to behave..." He lowered his one remaining ear and his head down and nodded at her words,
"Yes Ma'am, i'm sorry Ma'am." He still did not care what she thought of him, but she was an older and higher ranking member of the clan and he would show her the respect she was due by her right, his mother had taught him that much at least even if it was through daily beatings.