Downtime

[p] - Silas

POSTED: Mon Apr 22, 2019 11:11 am

I don’t know what else to say. Micheal gestured as he sat across from Silas.

Today was a strange day. There had been very few chores, and the weather had been wonderfully mild, so Micheal had started to sign at the silent wolf. The lesson hadn’t been planned or scheduled, but had grown organically. A great deal had happened since the two had sat alone together and finding out a little about one another. For one, Micheal had received a quick, but very memorable lesson in how to behave. The lesson had left him with large scars across his back, and a missing few hours of delirium through blood loss. Perhaps the strangest thing was waking up clinging tightly to someone he believed was a family member, only to wake up and realise, it had been Silas.

In this free time, and with such nice weather, it seemed a bad time to dwell on sadness, instead Micheal was doing his best to see if he could make Silas laugh, it was stupid perhaps, but the young Luperci was curious to know what that would sound like. Silas’s pliant nature often made it difficult to know what he really thought, and that was what Micheal really cared about.

I can tell you. You snore in your sleep. Very loudly!

As he made the gestures, Micheal couldn’t help the mischievous smile that spread across his face, though he looked away to try and hide it. His signing was nowhere near as quick as Silas’s, or as accurate, but he was clever and his youth gave him an aptitude for learning that might have been underestimated, or perhaps no one really cared.

Tell me what chores you have been doing.

Micheal was also not as subtle in his signing as Silas was, which meant his questions often came across as demands, something he was still working on, doing his best to emulate the older wolf.

The sun on Micheal’s back, was still very much a spring sun, but the young coyote luxuriated in the warmth of it, sitting outside of their home, with his back to it, his eyes were half lidded, and it was clear Micheal was relaxed.
Salsola
The Mendicant
Draiko
Luperci

POSTED: Tue Apr 23, 2019 4:14 pm

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

OOC: +400 words.

There was so much work to be done now for all of those that were Servitori. Between the normal chores all of them had on top of the two projects that had now been presented to them to be assisting with, it was going to be a heavy load for all of them in the coming days, probably even coming months with the building project of the War Room under way. He had done his fair share of the work, following under the guidance of Andrew to ensure that the project was making good progress.

But even the Serf could not push his work force to their absolute limits without given them some downtime to recover, making them stronger for the next days to come. That didn't mean this time would be going to waste though.

The two male servants had short little lessons like this before, and Micheal's skills with sign language were coming along nicely, much like his ability to read. There was still work that would need to be done in both fields, but what he had been able to accomplish since coming to Salsola and meeting with the older servant was well enough.

Golden eyes followed over the other male's movements, his hands moving up to adjust his forms to show how they were. Even so, the two of them were able to hold a small conversation with one another, even though not much in terms of emotions were conveyed in the older one's face. There was no reason to show much, as there always had been, but his posture did seem more relaxed around the other male.. much more than anyone else in the Kingdom.

Catching on to the last thing that Micheal sighed, he had something much better to give as an response. It was something more on the subject on their work, though with all the projects they had, it was likely that their own chores were going to overlap with one another, "Silas has been helping the Quartermaster with her chores, and helping the Serf with the War Room project. It takes many of us to make it work."

The silent servant felt the warm rays of the sun hitting against his scarred form. How nice it would be to go running around in a nearby clearing, or even to stay up late at night to view the stars. His thoughts gave him a small pause before moving his hands up to sign back. While normally faster, he made sure to go a bit slower to make sure that the other servant would be able to follow along well enough, "What chores have you dne today?"

Silas del Morte

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

POSTED: Thu May 16, 2019 3:18 pm

What a balm the sun could be. Micheal wasn’t sure he’d felt this relaxed since arriving in the Kingdom, what seemed like a lifetime ago. The scar he’d been generously gifted by O’Riley still ached when the youth got tense or cold, and the warmth seeping into him right now, felt as though it was unknotting all the kinks. Micheal’s forehead still creased in displeasure at himself when Silas had to correct him, though he didn’t resent the older male for doing so, he wanted to be good.
Several weeks ago the two had a conversation which left Micheal feeling very alone, but in the spring sun, it didn’t feel so bad. Micheal, perhaps a little to his embarrassment, had come to rely on the older male, learning how to act, what to do and how to survive in this world that the coyote had been thrust into.

Cleaning. Micheal replied, his sign language still not allowing him to be too expressive. He was grateful for the slowed pace of the other’s gestures, though Micheal did his best to gabble through, to try and get as fast as the older male.

Gathering wood. Cleaning out…” Micheal stopped, realising he didn’t know the word ”Horse stalls.” the two words said out loud must have sounded strange to anyone listening in.

Horses make me hungry. Micheal family never used them. Prey animal.

Micheal’s ears flattened in displeasure and frustration at how he was limited in his conversation, but he kept plugging away it at.

What does you enjoy to do when not working chores?

Micheal wanted to know what Silas did to enjoy himself, relax or unwind. The youth knew that there was a lot of work, but he refused to believe that there was never any time the older male didn’t get to do as he pleased, now was a perfect example. Was Silas giving up his free time instead of doing what he wanted to do?
Salsola
The Mendicant
Draiko
Luperci

POSTED: Thu May 16, 2019 5:06 pm

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

OOC: +400 words.

Silas had been disappointed more than anything else when it came to Micheal. He could see that the way some of the other servants were behaving around him was just going to end up in pain, just like what happened to him. It was good to see that his friend had learned his lesson now of what his place was.. what was expected of him.. but the way in which he had come to this was the most disappointing thing. It didn't matter how antagonizing the ranked members were, or the names they were called, they were here to serve. Nothing more and nothing less than that.

Golden orbs followed the movement of Micheal's hands, watching him as he signed out the tasks he had been assigned to. He had to pause at one point, speaking the task rather than signing. There was no doubt that his skills were improving, but there was still much to learn. Moving one hand up, his other hand soon joined the first one, going through the motions for the horse stalls.

He continued on, bringing up something interesting in regards to horses. Anywhere he had been, the horses were used for mounts, though scarcely. There really wasn't much reason to have many in Rabenuhr with how secluded they were. Even so, there were some used to hunt down those that were trying to escape and to transport slaves between the camp and other locations. They had their uses, and it was almost strange to think of them as prey like smaller animals or even other hoofed animals were.

The servant gave a small shake of his head to this notion, returning back to their conversation.

The wolf had never thought to talk about the things he had done on his free time.. well what little there was of it anyways. Even when he didn't have much to do, he kept himself busy, hunting and keeping Salsola's stocks full for the upcoming seasons. When he did have free time, it didn't seem there was anyone in the kingdom stopping him from doing so.. though he was always alone.

Silas' hands moved back up, though his gaze turned towards the sky, "Silas likes to run. Master used to let Silas run through the fields when Silas was good. Silas also likes to look up at the stars at night, making patterns with them." He knew not of the real patterns in the sky, so his imagination created them for him.

Silas del Morte

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

POSTED: Sun Jun 02, 2019 4:40 pm

Micheal watch his friend’s slow and deliberate gestures. Silas’s fingers moved with a grace and deftness that the younger male wondered if he would ever be able to master. As Silas’s meaning became clear, the youth looked up. His friend’s pleasures were simple ones, but Micheal understood the former at least. There was a freedom in running, without destination or thought, just feeling muscle and body propelling forwards. A thoughtless abandon that had always been a pleasure heightened in the sharing.

Micheal’s pack ran together. Running alone, not as fun.

It annoyed him how stilted his signing was, and still not able to convey the full extent of feeling. Somehow it was easier to ‘say’ things that were hard to vocalise, as if signing them they weren’t really spoken.

Micheal is alone. Micheal is fear. he paused, realising he’d made a mistake afraid he finished. He wondered why he’d admitted to that, here and now of all places. Perhaps because the two of them were relaxed, there were no demands on their time and grief wasn’t overwhelming him. Micheal didn’t want Silas to believe that the youth only spoke out of loss. Micheal was afraid, and he felt terribly lonely. He understood there was no going back to what he’d had, but the knowledge of it, didn’t make things any easier.

Micheal hoped Silas be part of Micheal’s new family. Micheal have nothing to offer in return.

His move was bold, but if the youth knew now, then at least the pair would know where they stood. Micheal’s nerve broke though, realising he didn’t want to hear a rejection, not now, so he changed the subject quickly.

Micheal was told the…stars are..[[b]”spirits”[/b…looking at us, watching us. Micheal thinks his pack is there.

A flicker of a smile came across his lips, not just at what he’d managed to say, but also at the fact that most of it had been in the sign language Silas had been teaching him.
Salsola
The Mendicant
Draiko
Luperci

POSTED: Mon Jun 03, 2019 5:00 pm

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

OOC: +400 words.

Micheal would get the movements down with more time. This was normal for how anyone would be starting out. If anything, he had done more than most in learning sign language. The others in the kingdom were likely too busy, already knew at least the basics to communicate with him, or didn't bother to try and learn it since he could just write whatever it was he wanted to say. Guess with his friend being another servant, it was easier for him to be accepting of lessons than it would be for someone of rank to do so.

He had claimed that when he ran, he ran with his pack. Running alone was no fun. There wasn't much that the wolf could do about this. Most wanted him for his skills, nor cared to really run around with him. The one exception was his former master.

In a strange way, it always felt nice when the red-eyed man had been watching over him.

Golden gaze moved up to catch the next set of phrasing. His friend had not only admitted to being alone, and that he was afraid, but that he had wanted the other servant to be a part of his new family. What good would that do either one of them? He couldn't help but let his gaze drift off to the side. Being scared of their situation was understandable. Those above them held so much power, and sometimes could find even the smallest reason, the smallest mistake, to take out punishment on the servants.

Even more than that, why him? Those who came close to him always had something bad happen. He lost his former master, he could never be with Julia or their daughter, and his other children were snatched away before they could even enjoy life. What's to say the same would not happen to Micheal? What were to happen if the other male had gotten freed before him?

He stayed still before his hands moved up, "Silas does not think that is wise."

The subject had then changed, focusing more on his fascination with the stars in the sky. According the Micheal, they were all spirits that were watching out for those on the Earth. He was not so quick to believe this. If that had been the case, why were they not looking out for him in his youth? Not looking out for him when he had been captured?

He knew better than to believe such things. Reality hurt so much more.

Silas gave a silent sigh before his hands moved up again, letting the signs form for his friend, "Silas does not believe that. Silas believes they are just stars. Stars are very pretty and bright."

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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