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Ankh!

POSTED: Sun Aug 12, 2018 8:36 am

Holy water cannot help you now

Sebastien needed to escape the heat. The kind that baked the earth and his master’s own fiery temperament. The long dry days seemed to drag on, leaving many canines in little mood to do much of anything. The young slave picked up the slack when he could, thankful for the short coat his father’s people had given him. His pads still dripped with moisture as he sat panting. He’d shifted several bucketfuls of water for the household’s use.

Another kind of water interested Sebastien. The sparkling trails of the Pictou called to his exertion-drenched body. His companions, Tara and Myrkr followed along behind. For a while, he could enjoy the simple pleasure of watching the ducks. Heads on tapered necks angled to catch a glimpse of an insect amongst the marsh brush. Clouds of swarming bugs parted as the ducks dived toward them; a series of excited sounds announcing their arrival.

The hound smiled at his birds, unable to hold back the genuine laughter that escaped his lips. Sure, things were stressful and odd in his life at the moment. He could count on his ducks and Coaxoch to see him through. The cover of the trees thinned as the river came into view and he sighed. The ducks nibbled at the hardy growth that pushed through the shoreline, whilst Sebastien dropped down next to them.

The sand was warm to the touch, and yet the air was cool against his skin. Slowly the male stretched out long limbs and relaxed into a sitting position. His trip here was not for pleasure; his business could wait a while longer.

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POSTED: Sun Aug 12, 2018 2:03 pm

Unlike the companion he was soon to come across, Ankh was beside himself with the weather. Like a snake, he basked in it's concentrated rays, the pink skin of his underbelly lifted skywards. In others, perhaps, this display would be unbecoming, but it seemed the pale man's etherealness afforded him some leeway. The sand underneath him was red hot and it failed to cool significantly as it wormed it's way deep into the long, thin fur that ran the length of the D'Aabt's spine.

A light breeze made for land from the expanse of the sea to his left that separated the blunt peninsula that the D'Angelo lay upon and the flatter shoreline. Upon it drifted the scent of another, a weak, submissive scent. It also smelt strongly of that woman. Rolling back onto his stomach, his face twisted sourly, Ankh picked himself up and began to traverse the coast to where the servant sat.

'Has your mistress sent you out on some banal quest?' he asked, standing with the sun beating down upon his back, the light illuminating him from behind.
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POSTED: Mon Aug 13, 2018 2:35 pm

Holy water cannot help you now

It was a peaceful moment while it lasted. He could do what he wanted, without fear of rebuke or abuse. Sebastien cupped a handful and released it slowly, watching the grains fall and rejoin the rest. There was something soothing in the act, and he imagined he had gathered up all the things he hated about himself and let them go. Over and over the hound did this, engrossed in cleansing his weaknesses.

The Stone was unaware of the shifting of the breeze, that carried another’s scent upon its trails. Tara squeezed in beside her master, while the drake lifted his head to regard the stranger for a moment. Myrkr, content the other canine was not about to offer him a meal, turned his attention to the banks that looked more promising. The slave’s whiskers twitched at the new scent, and he backed away at the other’s approach.

The man looked dangerous. Yet wasn’t everyone in his new home? The sharp contours of the wolfdog’s figure reminded him of the snakes he had seen in Freetown. He shared the same sinuous qualities, being both mesmerising and deadly in equal measure. The sun’s light gilded the pale man’s body altering his mortal appearance into something divine. Sebastien could have believed it if Myrkr hadn’t ignored the figure.

He spoke of Sebastien’s master with scorn on his tongue; which caused the young slave to wonder. Broken from his trance, the dog got to his feet and brushed himself off. He was quick to reveal his speckled throat for inspection as he cast his eyes at the witch’s feet. “We haven’t met before,” he started before rattling off the by now well-worn introduction that had been drummed into him. “I’m Arbiter Helena’s servant, Sebastien.”

With that out of the way he considered an appropriate answer. “N-No, I just wanted to f-feel the sun on my skin and take a b-breather. Can I help you with s-something?” The hound hated the way he sounded, breathy and uncertain. It was endlessly frustrating; he knew what he wanted to say but when he opened his mouth to speak he sounded like someone else. So unlike his old self.

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POSTED: Mon Aug 13, 2018 7:08 pm

lmao he really is

Golden eyes neglected to see the waterfowl, the clouded mind behind them had most likely neglected to notice they were even present. No, the snake's eyes were firmly rooted to the doggish servant. Ankh wanted to laugh each time he heard the word. Slaves all but in name. It was true that, now, they could purchase their way out of such a life, but servitued was servitued. Especially when it was unwilling...

'No... We haven't...' The hound began to move slowly. He traced a semi-circle around the servant, appraising him like a prize bull before he returned to his previous position. A sighthound, a kindred spirit. Barrel-chested and lithe, to the outside observer they could almost be blood. The D'Aabt balked at this thought, he was regal and pure, while this... slave, was weak and foolish, at complete odds with the Thistle Kingdom. 'I know who you are.' He could smell it on him. The scent of that cock eared witch hung over him like a mist.

A tongue flickered out past needle point teeth, wetting blushing lips before darting home. Golden eyes bored into the servant a while longer before proclaimed, 'I have no needs that could be met by you, no.'
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