we do not suffer by accident

POSTED: Fri Feb 17, 2017 7:34 pm

One perk to his new title – that of a proper Family member – was a new sense of freedom when it came to doing what he wanted. Granted, much of his time was spent as it had been. He still came home at reasonable hours, and he still respected the rules and expectations of his parents. His father's injuries were enough to keep him from fighting and hunting properly, and Grievous helped in this matter as best he could. Usually this involved pairing up with an older, more experienced hunter; he was now grateful for his friendship with O'Riley, as his grandfather often came along on these trips even if the younger boy was not very useful.

One thing O'Riley did do well was learn things. He seemed to always have some new bit of information ready to casually let drop whenever their conversation died down.

Did you hear about the new slave? O'Riley had asked, and been grinning while he said it, like he was privy to a joke Grievous did not understand.

He knew why now, of course. It was what had brought him to the village, traveling on four legs even though the ground muddied his paws. Grievous knew he looked more adult in this shape; his Optime form was gangly and made him feel scrawny, though he was already nearly the size of an adult wolf.

After skulking around for the better part of ten minutes, Grievous finally approached the communal quarters. An old man was making rope and tending to a small fire.

Where's the new one? Grievous demanded. Khirot gestured over his shoulder, and the pale-coated wolf promptly paraded over towards a dark, miserable looking figure.

Hey you, he barked, head and tail high.


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POSTED: Thu Mar 30, 2017 4:30 am

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He sat at the outskirts of the grounds, just beyond the warmth of the little fire. Such was his place, as there was no loyalty between slaves -- or none that stood in the face of orders -- and the other trells clearly distrusted and disliked him for his past and status. All sympathy he'd held for the wolves captured and broken by these heathens had dissipated; they were pitiful creatures, though he was counted among them now. The years had made the beasts complacent, with no fight left in them.

Silas reflected on his mistakes as he stared drearily into space, and considered that he might have preferred Inferni -- for at least there the barbarians killed their enemies.

An abrupt bark turned the silver wolf's dark head, and he looked sullenly through locks of unkempt hair at the strong, white-furred figure of a young and dominant canine. His voice, when he spoke, was a low creak -- and perhaps its curtness was inappropriate for his station, though it was utterly devoid of emotion. What.

POSTED: Fri Mar 31, 2017 4:20 pm

Having never concerned himself with the opinion of inferiors like Outsiders, Grievous saw no fault with the way his pack kept slaves. All things were property, when it came down to it, from land to animals and people. His family had kept a slave who had been pleasant and well-behaved, and more than once proven himself willing to fight and die for his masters. What fault could anyone find, really, in a person living this way?

This man was not a slave like the others. He had been an enemy of the pack, and according to rumor, responsible for the death of his aunt.

Grievous stared at the dark-slate colored man, miserable and haggard looking, and only contempt stirred in his heart. His lip curled, as if he had smelled something foul. With great purpose the young wolf jerked his head and began moving again.

Come with me, he ordered, and heard a poor echo of his father (or so he hoped, though his voice was still settling and not yet done changing).

He led the slave along the mostly-straight road, following the narrow stream westward. It was a place he was familiar with, as became apparent by his ability to both walk and continue to glare at the slave – he seemed unwilling to let the man out of his sights.


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POSTED: Mon Apr 10, 2017 11:18 am

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Condescension burned in eyes rimmed like gold and fire, and the youth made a great show of speaking orders in a harsh voice and tossing his head -- all things that reminded Silas, in a distant way, of his nephew and his entitlement. This arrogance had been the boy's downfall, and he was certain too it would be the downfall of this pale brute of a boy who marched ahead.

When Silas walked it was more slowly, though this due to soreness and the edge of hunger that kept him awake and focused as it kept him too weak to break away. His step was graceful, however, that of a wolf and a soldier used to trailing behind others -- with only his hair-made-ragged and his downturned head suggesting that he was a lesser man than he had once been. He did not skulk, but he did not walk like a free man because he was not one. But perhaps carrying himself with any dignity at all was impudence; he did not know.

Speaking out of turn was impudence, meanwhile, and while the soldier was more than capable of holding his tongue and biding his time, he addressed the boy the next time he was glanced at, his own eyes carefully averted elsewhere. Are you bringing me somewhere, or marching me into exhaustion to prove a point?

POSTED: Tue Apr 18, 2017 5:20 pm

Grievous slowed to a stop.

The forest here was made of mixed trees, and less crowded with the pine which spread so thick in the west it choked out the sun. It was still early in the season and many empty boughs spread overhead, some carrying noisy squirrels or supporting faster, smaller birds as they passed. Grievous watched one of these for a moment, then turned to face the dark-pelted wolf.

Could an enemy truly learn obedience? They had defeated him and his people, and yet given a killer allowance to live. If this was a lesson in mercy, Grievous did not understand it.

I have a job for you, the young man announced. Gather the fallen branches – all, even little ones, he indicated by swiping at a twig with his forepaw, sending it harmlessly though the air.

He settled onto his haunches expectantly, ringed eyes staring.


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