Ruled by Secrecy

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POSTED: Tue Aug 07, 2018 3:33 pm

Our veins are thin
Our rivers poisoned

Salsola, in Redtooth's eyes had always been something of a hermit kingdom. He had seen its borders long ago, well before the war, but had never once peered behind the curtain to gaze at what lay just beyond this thin veneer of masked scents and deception. Yet now, with glassy eyes and blurred vision, Redtooth could see clearly see the power and wealth the kingdom wielded with not only elegance, but sheer strength. It was no wonder to him that his home had been decimated by the Salsolan raiders.

They never stood a chance.

He had been brought back to Helena's tower in poppy induced haze and had been given a bed of furs near the kitchen where she bid him to rest and recover. The collar around Redtooth's neck was affixed to a sturdy chain, tethering him to the cool stone wall. There was little room to move, though -- he could do little even without this restraint. The cloth around his leg had been replaced with clean bandages, his wounds washed, but the pain lingered. With every breath, Redtooth felt a burning in his chest beneath broken ribs.

The slavers left their mark not only on Redtooth's body, but his psyche as well. He feared sudden movements. Sounds. Helena dulled his senses with tea made from the poppy plant. It was a kindness. Helena had shown him nothing but kindness since she rescued him from the clutches of those foul men. She even allowed him off his tether briefly to sit in the sun just outside the tower. He could walk with the assistance of rudimentary crutch, but it could not take him far.

He settled against the wall as lilac rustled in the wind around him.

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We are what we are. Get in the goddamn car.
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Ryan
Luperci I HAVE A BIG HEAD AND LITTLE ARMS

POSTED: Tue Aug 07, 2018 10:45 pm

To rise and shine is so hard to do
When all the light has been taken from you

OOC: I don't think I need a mature tag... +400 words.

Silas had been put through anything that his master could come up with. Torture, both mental and physical. Forced combat. Murder. Rape. The "gift" of the luperci curse. All of it had been to shape him into what he was now, the perfect slave, able to complete any task that was asked of him without the slightest hint of hesitation.

Hesitation led to pain.

But Kruger did have his softer moments. It was not something the cloaked man had asked of him, but something the slave took to mostly on his own. When he had done what was asked of him, he was rewarded. He got his own bed, a warm blanket, a rather decent meal considering the camp where Rabenuhr was situated, as well as those living there. The gentle touch of his master when his fingers moved through the slave's golden hair. Praise whenever he had done something exceptionally well...

But there was one other treasure he had, the collar he wore around his neck.

Even with the change in his home, the change in those who now controlled his life, he could not part with this simple accessory. Kruger had given it to him. He wore it with pride, a gift from someone who cared about him... the only person who actually seemed to care about him. How could he give something like that up? His book? Fine. Any other clothing or even his weapons, which he had turned over were meaningless. But that collar, the only thing that might bring the hesitation back to this broken slave was having to part with it.

The wolf padded towards Helena's home, sure that she of all people in this kingdom would have some work for him to do. After all, he was a slave to all of Salsola, not just one person. As he approached, the tan man leaning against the wall caught his attention, his own collar wrapped around his neck... but this one was different.

It was metal... cold... uncaring, something completely unlike his own.

If he was staying this close to the woman's house, was he staying here? Didn't Helena already have her own servant? It was the case when he had been brought to Salsola. Silas approached, keeping a small bit of distance as he sat on all fours, just as he was used to. Golden eyes rested on him, waiting to move at the other man's pace. It wasn't like he could make any noise to get his attention, and it wasn't clear if the man would want someone so near him. The wolf had watched over enough new slaves to learn to be cautious with them.

Silas del Morte

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POSTED: Fri Aug 10, 2018 3:26 pm

Our veins are thin
Our rivers poisoned

To dwell here in the sun was a brief peace. Redtooth had not been allowed the time to process his grief; these great feelings of abandonment and loss welled within him like a rising tide. There had been no time for solace, no moment to reflect on emotion or even ask himself why. However, he could dwell on his burden now, and it sank over his shoulders like a heavy weight. Tears welled in Redtooth's eyes as he thought of the wife who abandoned him in the dead of night. His young son, mangled in the woods. The children he left behind, who no doubt waited for their father to soon return.

It was much to bear. A pain so deep that it could not be described.

From far away, Redtooth watched a figure approached. He hunched and walked meekly; the gait of a servant. He shared a collar as well. It was hard for Redtooth to think that he was now one in the same with this man who curiously settled not too far away, sitting oddly perched on all fours. Irritable after having come down from the poppy tea Helena had prepared, Redtooth snapped, "What?" at the servant who stared in his direction.

"You just gonna look at me, or are you gonna say somethin'?" Grief turned to anger, and it boiled within him. His mind begged for an outlet, some vicious release.

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We are what we are. Get in the goddamn car.
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Ryan
Luperci I HAVE A BIG HEAD AND LITTLE ARMS

POSTED: Fri Aug 10, 2018 4:33 pm

To rise and shine is so hard to do
When all the light has been taken from you

OOC: +400 words.

Silas had to be sure he was careful when making his own approach to this situation. New slaves were always a wild card, even in his old home. Some accepted what had happened to them straight away... but there were many, understandably, who could not. He had been like them once, not willing to give in to Kruger and his band of slave drivers...

But he had since then learned his lesson.

Ears pulled back as the wolf noticed the tears falling down the man's face. His heart hurt. It was never not painful to be put into something like this unless a pup had already been born into it. No doubt something was hitting him harder than he was willing to let on. It didn't stop the other servant from his advancement. If anything, it made him more curious... more... wanting to help this man. It was not his official task anymore... but if he was to be a servant to all of Salsola, then wouldn't this count as assisting them?

The tan man's sadness soon turned to anger as he took notice to Silas. Ears pulled back again, but no other reaction was granted to him. Typical for any new slave really. Even those who had accepted this fate didn't always do it with a smile on their face. Head lowered slightly, but he kept his distance. Attention went back to the man along with his golden gaze. Was he going to say anything? His hands moved up, starting to sign before he paused. One hand moved over his chin. This one probably wouldn't understand him.

One finger moved down to the ground beneath him, writing out words in the dirt, "Can't speak." Reaching into a pocket of his pants, the male pulled out his book and writing utensil. His posture had changed, sitting on his bottom as he wrote. When he finished, gaze moved back up to meet with the angered man. The book was shut save for one of Silas' fingers bookmarking the page he had written on. The book was offered to him at a distance, waiting to see if he would be able to approach enough to hand it over.

If he had managed to make it that far, his arm reached out with the small book. For a servant, the handwriting was neat, easily readable, "Silas sorry. Silas did not mean to upset. Silas will leave if you wish for Silas to."

Silas del Morte

Salsola
The Mendicant
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Salena
Luperci Forever Changing Bound to the Raven's Call
SILENCE

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