Khi had found himself rather alone on the island, there really was no where to traipse; anyways animal companions were not of any value to the obedient jackalwolf. The start of the new day had been concentrated on survival. In the enslaved mind of the tawny canine, Khirot actually had freedom. There was the entire island to roam, plenty of fish and a shack all to himself. Yet though, there was some unease with that arrangement (yet he'd never question orders!) the island was much too quiet. Much to solitary. It had happened to be that the hybrid enjoyed hearing the bell: never showing the contentment for seeing a face, lost in the submission and low ranking he held.
After the Auxilary's orders to build the fishing weir every day Khi would find himself on the Sasola mainland, leaving his sanctuary of an island for a day of sweat and labour. It seemed to be coming along, soon fish would swim upstream only to be entrapped in the contraption further up the creek. Just a little more work, and that would be it.
Khi had caught himself a fish that morning, quietly eating the slippery creature raw upon a rock. Often times the creamy slave would think upon his brother, Tharot. Oh Tharot. Escaping had been foolish, and the outcome just as pitiful. Khirot had known that it had been wrong, upsetting the beings that were obviously higher and stronger meant not as pleasant punishments.
After the usual meal of fish, Khi gathered his tools and threw the things gently back into the shack. The boat bobbed gently in the surf where the slave had moored it, rising and falling with each gentle wave. Trotting over on two sinewy legs, Khirot pulled himself in pulling the chain away from its mooring. The rest was typical, ferrying himself across the strait. Just like the many times before.
Stepping upon the flat land once more, after the small ride upon the floating vehicle, Khi sighed softly as bright emerald orbs gazed around. The Slave Of The Salt shifted to his short four-legged form. Standing taller than his masters would have been much of a felony, a crime against what was right. Shaking his furry head, Khi stepped back into the forest, heading for the stream to work. On the way though, the presence of another had the slave just the slightest wary of the surroundings. Finally he saw her, a slave just like himself. Their septum rings expressed their ranks just like the telltale light of morning. Jackal ears flattened as well as a tail tucking, looking away. It was run or stay, the master of his fellow laborer could order Khirot to do something. Running would also inflict punishment. So there he sat, submissive and backing down as much as he could.
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