03-24-2012, 03:16 AM
My lateness is to be scolded though...Spring break sucked
Slavery was not a bad way to go in truth, beatings were rare (pretty much nonexistent!) most thoughts given to the free ones were twisted, expecting slavery as a curse from the wrath of the gods, a punishment rained upon them for a life of cruelty. That was unforgivably false, it was always complete your work without complaint, and life was a picnic the next way through. Emerald eyes acknowledged the dark woman, the smallest of smiles gracing his creamy features. Of course, his submission towards the monarch didn't falter, tail low and ears pressed to his skull. He approached listening politely for a command or some form of duty to be carried out. Instead to the jackal's surprise, Khi was given a praise. A spark of joy within the chest of the slave erupted into a quiet flame, but the only way to approach this much appreciated compliment was to accept it humbly, but never as if it didn't matter. It did. He looked at the fish bestowed in his arms by the coyote slave, glancing back up to the sable coywoman. "Thanks." A meal for later, a special one at that.
If help was needed with the weir, where would his fish go? Shall he devour it where he stood? Or find a safe, hidden place? His confusion graced his face, looking back up with his brows knit. "Do we have...Um--A...Rope? For net?" Bright shamrock eyes glanced to the silvery darting shadows beneath the water, this just was not work. This was also a thing of assistance, helping the gracious pack survive. Khi's survival depended on the pack, in return their lives should have some right in the world to keep on. Tawny ears lifted waiting for some other type of acknowledgement, an order or suggestion on how to start. This running stream would be perfect for fish, like the dead one he held in his claws. Many mouths to feed, and another way to feed them.
Slavery was not a bad way to go in truth, beatings were rare (pretty much nonexistent!) most thoughts given to the free ones were twisted, expecting slavery as a curse from the wrath of the gods, a punishment rained upon them for a life of cruelty. That was unforgivably false, it was always complete your work without complaint, and life was a picnic the next way through. Emerald eyes acknowledged the dark woman, the smallest of smiles gracing his creamy features. Of course, his submission towards the monarch didn't falter, tail low and ears pressed to his skull. He approached listening politely for a command or some form of duty to be carried out. Instead to the jackal's surprise, Khi was given a praise. A spark of joy within the chest of the slave erupted into a quiet flame, but the only way to approach this much appreciated compliment was to accept it humbly, but never as if it didn't matter. It did. He looked at the fish bestowed in his arms by the coyote slave, glancing back up to the sable coywoman. "Thanks." A meal for later, a special one at that.
If help was needed with the weir, where would his fish go? Shall he devour it where he stood? Or find a safe, hidden place? His confusion graced his face, looking back up with his brows knit. "Do we have...Um--A...Rope? For net?" Bright shamrock eyes glanced to the silvery darting shadows beneath the water, this just was not work. This was also a thing of assistance, helping the gracious pack survive. Khi's survival depended on the pack, in return their lives should have some right in the world to keep on. Tawny ears lifted waiting for some other type of acknowledgement, an order or suggestion on how to start. This running stream would be perfect for fish, like the dead one he held in his claws. Many mouths to feed, and another way to feed them.