OOC here!
Back against the wagon wall, head banging against said wall with every bump, Dhiate wasn't in the best of moods. The day had started out pleasant enough, it was a beautiful day, but it had turned out to be foul. Almost the entire day had been spent in the back of the wagon, and Raoth wasn't awake.
Dhiate glanced across at the injured youth with a scowl on his face. There were days when Dhiate wanted to kill the little twerp, but other times Dhiate liked his company. Raoth wasn't much of a conversationalist, Amy had cut his tongue out, but the reactions Dhiate got from messing with the poor boy were priceless.
Dhiate was slender and petite for a male, but that wasn't necessarily a bad thing. His body had curves and was sleek enough to make even the straightest guy question his sexuality. Poor Raoth didn't stand a chance.
With a sigh, Dhiate crawled toward the opening and looked out to get a hearing on where they were. It didn't help anything at all cdhiate had no clue as to where they were or where they were going. Dhiate's blue gray eyes glanced towards his mistress and he smiled. But there was someone in the distance. Dhiate decided to risk punishment. "Mistress... I think there's someone up ahead." He pointed one slender finger in the direction.
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