The Evening Meal

[p] - Silas

POSTED: Sun Dec 09, 2018 1:31 pm

Salsola had been a harsh home for Micheal, and while he didn’t resent the mantle of servitude, it was proving a more difficult one to wear then he had expected. Till had been his first mistake, a mistake which now remained concealed beneath a cloth he wore around his neck, the symbol still red and occasionally the scabs broke open and began to bleed. The second instance was through no fault of his own, but a ranked member had decided they required a sparring partner, a duty the youth was ill suited to, unless it was as a punching bag. Solace wasn’t even granted to him at night, when he tried to sleep he was visited by nightmares so vivid, he would jerk awake. Micheal’s only reassurance came in the quiet calm and very real presence of his fellow Mandicant. Silas would grip him, not tightly, but in silent statement, that he was there. It was stupid, and Micheal felt like a child, but only after that was the youth even able to contemplate sleep again. Despite not wishing to sleep again, the work was hard exhausting and, as far as Micheal could see, neverending. Despite all the work though, Micheal had badgered Silas with questions about signs for things, building up a small library of words and even a few phrases. Of course there was no way he could converse properly, but he understood or could guess a lot more than he could sign himself. The older Luperci had to sign slowly though, so that Micheal could work it out, but they had managed, and Micheal was still young enough to be a sponge when it came to knowledge.

Now though, there were no calls on their time and Micheal had managed to scrounge a few cooking things. He’d hunted down a couple of rabbits, which he’d kept and gathered what winter roots he could find, and was now letting the stew he’d craft, simmer over a fire. After a brief stir, realising the food still needed to thicken, Micheal stepped back and lowered himself to the ground. His bruises from the fight and stiffness from all his work, made it look like an arthritic elder was attempting to sit down, but he managed it and leaned against the side of their quarters.

”It won’t be too much longer now Silas.”

Micheal said, turning his head to call into the hut.

As Micheal sat there, he felt himself doze a little, the fire was warm, his cloak helped, and the evening was still. The smell of food and prospect of a meal could almost, almost make him forget where he was.

”The recipe calls for a million other ingredients, none of which I can get, or dare to ask for, but it’s hot and I found things we can use to scoop it into our mouths. I don’t believe I’ve ever worked so hard for such a simple meal.”

Micheal closed his eyes, just for a moment, and listened out for Silas.

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POSTED: Wed Jan 02, 2019 12:25 am

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Old habits were hard to break. It had been ingrained into his very nature to take care of the other slaves, help them to adjust to their new life as they were brought into Rabenuhr or moving away from their mothers. Why should he now being in Salsola change that now? For a while he had been the only Mendicant, other ranked members getting their own personal slaves rather than having more communal ones.

Then he had came to him.

He was not sure what to do about the new life that had been given to him. He didn't know a thing about being a servant, or what kind of way he was supposed to behave around the ranked members. He didn't know what he could do and what he could not do. It was made even harder by the fact that he knew no sign language or how to read. It certainly made trying to explain things that much more difficult, but not impossible.

Micheal had gotten the chance to adjust to his new life, but it didn't come without it's own ills. He often had nightmares, to which the silent wolf was always there to comfort him. He knew there wan't too much he would be able to do on the matter. He couldn't make them go away, but the least that he could do was show the male that he would be there for him.

The servant rested along the inside of the servant's quarters, having returned Twila to her mother before returning. The other servant had been graced with a catch of his own, but offered a meal to share between the two of them. He was more than pleased to join, but didn't want to interrupt the cooking process. There wasn't much else to do with all of his tasks completed, giving him a chance to have a short rest. Even servants needed the basics to be able to do their work.

Golden eyes peered towards the door as he heard his name being called. Giving a smile and a stretch of his limbs, he began to make his way out of the door. The wolf paused as he heard the other male's low ranting. He breathed a silent sigh before moving to his side, narrowing his eyes slightly to those words. Yes, it was annoying, but it was the life they had. They had to be grateful for whatever they were given or were able to get.

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POSTED: Sat Jan 05, 2019 12:47 pm

It was stupid, or perhaps it was just natural, but as Silas emerged from the hut, Micheal felt a little calmer. Micheal was still young, and his family and pack were gone, perhaps the youth clung to what kindness he could find in Salsola, and the mute was that kind and quiet presence. Silas never made demands of him, never rebuked or berated him, and most importantly, Silas was always there. Oh yes, the two had their duties to perform and they might not see one another all day, but they both came back to this hut, and while it could all be taken away at a whim, it was theirs, and there was a sense of satisfaction about that.

As Micheal grumbled he saw Silas’s eyes narrow, and the youth rolled his eyes, his muzzle pointing upwards and his ears pushing back against his head.

”I know Silas, we should be grateful for what we have.” Micheal’s tone was exasperated, but also held a note of amusement.

The mute hadn’t said anything of course, not even signed anything, but Micheal was a quick study and spending so much time with someone you learned to read them. Silas’s expression could not be mistaken for anything else. Micheal moved forwards and hugged Silas, taking in the reassuring familiarity of the other’s scent.

”I’m grateful for you.” Micheal said quietly into the others fur, before breaking the embrace and looking somewhat awkward, before turning back to the pot.

”Anyway, sit down, I’m about to serve up.”

Giving the stew one more taste, Micheal nodded and filled the bowls, before placing one before his fellow Mendicant. As he stood there, the youth raised his hands and much more slowly than Silas began to sign.

’How your day? What your works today?’

Micheal frowned, that hadn’t seemed correct, he’d wanted to ask Silas how his day had gone and what chores he’d been doing today.

”Was that at all right?” He asked, a rare smile coming to his lips as he picked up his stew and sat across from Silas, the fire between them.

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POSTED: Tue Jan 08, 2019 6:31 pm

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

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Silas didn't have much left for him in his life... there wasn't really much ever to have for the life he lived. He had Twila and he had Julia, but he could never full be a part of their lives. What all was left for him were those he served... and those he helped. He could not help but to revert back into his old habits, especially when watching the mannerisms of the servant he shared his quarters with. Mendicants were hard to come by these days, many members perfering to have their own servant rather than just the ones that were fit to be used for any member. They did their work, but for newer ones to this life, it came with side effects.

The wolf was there anytime he saw to it that Micheal needed him. He didn't even have to say, sign, or write anything to be able to help the other man calm. It was like the old saying went huh? Actions speak louder than words.

Golden eyes remained narrowed, even as the other servant let out his frustrations, somewhat correcting himself. Even in their own quarters, those who could still speak had to be careful about what they say. There was no telling when someone would come upon them, and it would be better for him to understand sooner to accept what was given to them sooner rather than later.

It was quick to fade as the other male soon leaned forward, wrapping his arms around the silent servant and burying himself into the gray fur. Golden eyes moved down to the man before moving his own arms up, giving him a hug back. Sometimes, to a servant, even small gestures like this one could do wonders for morality. It was something he had learned when he was back in Rabenuhr, and something that his former master had learned to take advantage of to make sure the others cooperated more.

They both soon released one another, the other servant turning to the food he had been preparing, scooping out the meal into two bowls before offering one to Silas. The wolf gave it a sniff before lowering his mouth in for a bite. He didn't really seem to have many manners now did he? His eyes moved up to catch Micheal's hand movements. His signing had been greatly improving, but there was still a ways to go before he would be able to sign fluidly. Setting the bowl down, he gave his lips a lick before signing back, 'Micheal is doing better.'

He first made his hand signs, watching to see if there were any that the other servant could pick up, but once he was done, he took out his book and wrote down the translation as well, "Silas does many household chores for ranked members. Julia asked Silas to watch pup for a while."

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POSTED: Sun Jan 13, 2019 4:28 pm

Micheal’s grey eyes watched Silas begin to eat, and pleased the other seemed to be enjoying it. The manner in which Silas ate was not unusual to Micheal, he could still remember the first time he’d been handed a bowl instead of a piece of meat he had just torn into it. It had been a sight which brought much hilarity to many of his family, and had ended with a great deal of stew on Micheal rather than in him. Micheal’s lips quirked up at the private memory, and his smile broadened when he saw Silas’s hand gesture. A flood of pride swept through the youth, so strong that Micheal couldn’t stop his tail from thumping against the log. The book was harder, and it took Micheal a little while to understand the symbols, only getting parts of the meaning, making up the rest of the meaning from context.

”That’s lucky.” Micheal said ”Most of my chores have meant that I’ve been walking around in the cold all day. My pack are-“ He caught himself, but they aren’t from anywhere anymore were they? ”My pack were from further south.” he continued, his words slow deliberate, not wishing to make the same mistake again, they were dead and dead they would stay. ”those winters were mild.”

He’d spent quite a lot of time preparing their meal, and gathering together what he could, and yet one slip of his tongue and Micheal’s appetite had gone, though he took another slurp, but the youth could taste nothing. Micheal didn’t want to remember his family anymore, and even as that thought came to him, his uncle flashed in his mind’s eye. Forcing a smile, knowing that Silas might follow Micheal’s train of thought if he didn’t look a little happier, he asked a question.
”Are we allowed to take alcohol from the stores?”

Micheal had never tried ale or spirits before, the smell of his uncle had always put the youth off, but if there was one thing Micheal did know, it was that those spirits left his uncle unaware of what he’d done the day before, perhaps it would help Micheal to forget what he didn’t want to think about anymore, to take away the pain that threatened to crack his chest.

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POSTED: Wed Jan 23, 2019 6:19 pm

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

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Silas didn't care much to learn manners, nor did his former master seemed to mind his lack of them. Many of the pieces of meat that had been given to him as meals or rewards were things that he could eat as if he were still in lupus form, tearing away at the one chunk with his teeth to make smaller pieces for himself. It was nice to see that Micheal didn't mind this side of his friend. That's what they were now wasn't it? Friends. He had so little.. the only one being his former master, who cared for him and touched him in a way no one else had.

It was something he wanted so much more of... and to be robbed of that feeling. He had only had it one other time, and now his actions were catching up to him, having to leave all his two dead pups and the one surviving one behind.

There was little love for him in this life.

Returning to the other servant at his side, Micheal spoke of the pack he had come from, one that was further to the south. No doubt his former master had been down that way, but he had not. The wolf's head shifted back forward, writing down more in his book for the other man to read, "Silas comes from the north. Silas is used to the cold and snow. Former master would use the cold to punish misbehaving slaves. Silas learned to behave." He did not know to what extent Salsola would go to punish someone in such a manner, but as long as they kept their heads down and did as they were told, nothing bad would happen to them.

The servant's head rose back up with Micheal's question. Were they allowed to get alcohol from the stores? Again, that narrowed eye look came back to greet his friend. What did he think the answer was going to be? They were not allowed to possess anything. Silas had been lucky enough to keep his blanket that had been gifted to him by his former master, his weapons having been given up. What made him think they would be able to take something that belonged to Salsola?

He was quick to shake his head in answer to the man's question. Servants got nothing. He needed to learn to accept that and be grateful for whatever was given to him.

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POSTED: Tue Jan 29, 2019 1:47 pm

Micheal’s lips moved as he read what Silas had written. He had barely begun to learn to read the written language, and he was agonisingly slow at interpreting the scratches on Silas’s board, it was one reason he wanted to become more familiar with Silas’s sign language, then the two could converse more quickly and far more naturally. Silas though, was a patient soul, whether made that way from a life of servitude or just genuinely decent, the older slave made no exasperated gasps of frustration or pursed his lips, just waited while Micheal got the message. The answer about the alcohol took Micheal a fraction of the time to understand, and it wasn’t one he really wanted to see. Silas’s narrowed eyes spoke volumes, and the younger slave’s ears flattened, and he looked away, placing the half empty bowl on the ground beside him.

”That’s what I guessed, I was just hoping that I was wrong. My uncle-“ Micheal paused and sighed deeply as he contemplated the one who placed him in this life ”Would often drink, and for a while he managed to forget. That’s all I want to do, forget, at least for a little while.”

The words were spoken quietly and resignedly. Micheal didn’t want to be sad, and have to deal with remembering what had happened and what still happened. For a little while, he wanted a respite, and he knew that alcohol had given his uncle that respite. Even though, it had cost his uncle dearly, Micheal was growing more confident that he’d be willing to pay that price.

”You were a slave before you came here?” Micheal asked, realising that he knew very little of his new friend’s past. ”Your lucky, your fur is thick, perhaps if mine was more like yours this place wouldn’t feel so cold all the time. First thing I managed to scrounge when I arrived here, a fur cloak, I suppose no one wants their servant to freeze, how could they work if they have frost bite?” Micheal flashed a macabre grin, before he picked up his bowl again and continued eating.

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POSTED: Fri Feb 08, 2019 11:09 am

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

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Silas couldn't say that he blamed the other male for wanting to think the way that he did. Those who were not used to this way of life.. those that had not been fully broken into it would want to forget about their lives, have some means of an escape to a better place. Trouble was... there really was no better place for them. The only saving grace any of them had was the one promise that once their debts had been paid... they would be freed.

Perhaps if Micheal could show to the other members of Salsola as well as the leadership that he had the proper work ethic and enough understanding of how to behave... they would see to setting him free sooner rather than later. He could not speak to them on the level that he had of his former master, so the wolf had to lower his head and return to his lower state of being. One fact still remained the same no matter what position that he was in...

Do as told.

The servant's head moved back up as his friend began to speak once more. Slavery was never an easy lifestyle... and to think he had been in it for so long. It was no wonder he was so numb to certain things. Hands moved up, going a bit slower to make sure that Micheal was able to read them, "Silas been a slave since pup."

Head tilted a bit more to the side, listening to Micheal continue on with his words. Masters, for as cruel as they could be when slaves or servants didn't do as they were told... or misbehaved, where not stupid, not in any sense. If there were problems with the slave, then they were not going to be able to work to their full potential. It was one of the reasons why his former master had one of his daughters and others working as a healing squad. This time reaching for his book, he began to write out more, handing the open page back, "Masters are smart. As long as servants behave and do work, masters will take care of servants."

The cruelty, at least as far as he had seen, only came when the slave was the one to step out of line. He knew his place.

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POSTED: Sun Feb 10, 2019 4:14 pm

Again, it took Micheal several moments to read what his fiend had written, but as understanding downed, Micheal’s hand crept up and lightly touched the scar that had been carved into his neck. For an instant anger gripped the younger Mendicant and he wanted to toss Silas’s book into the flames and let it burn. Do as he was told. Keep his head down. Behave. Be good. That was all that Silas told him, over and over again. The youth squeezed his eyes shut, knowing, even his moment of anger, that such an act wouldn’t hurt his masters but would have a profound impact on a Luperci that had been nothing but kind and caring towards him. It was just…Micheal turned away from the words on the page, as if he looked away they might not exist, and passed his friend back his book. Knowing that raging at his current situation would get him nowhere, Micheal decided to recall the gestures Silas had made towards him, and changed the subject.

”Will you tell me a little about yourself Silas? Please? You know I’m not one of the masters and you can say no to me. How does a pup become a salve? Have you never felt what it’s like to be an equal in a pack?”

Had Silas never felt the kinship of a pack? Micheal found the question brought uncomfortable thoughts to him. Was he jealous of Silas? His family had been wonderful, but if Micheal had never experienced such a thing then surely he’d never know what he was missing. Micheal knew that some part of Silas wanted pack, the younger Mendicant had seen the way Silas had acted with the pup he often babysat for. His tenderness with her, and the nurturing way he cared for the young thing. Micheal wondered when Silas would be freed. What debt could mean he was a slave since a pup. The youth had a lot of questions for Silas, but there was no rush, and he was keen to hear the older Mendicant’s story.
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POSTED: Sun Feb 10, 2019 9:58 pm

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

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Silas knew exactly how Micheal felt the moment he had taken the book away from him. It was nothing new to him. So many other slaves and even the servants here did not like the idea of behaving, doing exactly as they were told, keep their head down, say nothing unless they were spoken to. Such things had been bred into his fiber of being, and he knew better. It aided him in some way to be mute, unable to speak up against a ranked member. He had to wait for them to speak first so that he could write down his response.

This had to be the case since no one could understand much past the basic sign language.

He would just have to keep telling his friend the same thing over and over again until he got it down right. They had no power here, and they never were going to. They were not people anymore.. they were things.

The wolf's golden eyes moved over to the other male, a puzzled look soon coming over his face. He wanted to learn more about him? No one before had ever bothered to question much of his past aside from knowing more about his former master... either being confused as to why he would care so much for someone undeserving of it.. or providing him some comfort from a few of the ranked members.

He knew that Micheal was not going to be able to keep up with his signing for this, and so waited with his hands to take the book back. If he really wanted to know more, then he was going to have to do quite a bit of reading. Then again, they were on their own time now, so he could take all the time he needed to translate the words into his mind.

He gave a silent sigh before he began to write. The printing was bigger to help with the reading, and after some time, the open page was passed to his friend, "Silas used to be like Micheal. Silas lived with family, but Silas wandered away too far from home. Silas was brought to the slave camp."

There was a small pause on the page before he went on, "Silas hated it. Silas was punished... Silas refused to fight in the ring, talked back, never did as told. When master had enough, master sliced Silas' tongue. At first, it did not stop Silas..."

Another pause, Silas' ears pulled back slightly, "Master took Silas out.. back to home.. master showed Silas that family moved on, replaced Silas with another. Family did not care about Silas anymore. Silas learned from then. Silas behaved, did as Silas was told."

The servant's head moved up, looking Micheal straight in the eyes as he seemed to get to the end of his writing, "Silas does not want to see the same happen to Micheal. Silas does not want other slaves and servants to go through what Silas has." It would be easier and better for them to just accept their new role so they wouldn't have to get hurt.

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