The party never ends, the game begins again

Pandemic D'Angelo · 04-30-2012, 09:38 PM

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Now he had the time to regret not bringing Black with him, but it was too late. He grimaced slightly as the captive was hoisted onto the horseback by their collaborative effort. He took a step back and observed the old female. She had lived a long life, so perhaps she would be less afraid of the thought of dying than a younger individual. It would make no difference. His current plan was not to take her life. Perhaps she’d make a doable slave for a limited duration of time. The black beast did not doubt that she was strong willed and would greatly resist attempts to be trained, but he didn’t see it as an impossible task. It would fit well, he thought, that she was to become an unwilling servant of those she had dared to war against. She’d be a brilliant example to others.

Of course, Pandemic was oblivious of what had happened in another part of their war-struck territory. His mind was even, and the rage he had carried with him was quickly quenched now when they had found this little trophy. They would draw information out of her first, and then they’d decide her fate.

Black ears swivelled on top of his large head as Siv interrupted his train of thought. Grimace turned into a somewhat enthusiastic grin at these words, for he understood what they meant. He was a rookie in many ways, but he was eager to learn and had witnessed much and more in his time as an Apprentice of Freetown. He had seen first hand how equipment meant to create weapons could turn just as cruel as any sword or axe they created. While slower of thought than his sibling, imagination was not something he lacked. He knew he could make it work if he tried. And he wanted to, and felt a strange excitement bubble up within as if he was a child again, accompanying his father while he did shores.

His onyx muzzle crinkled as his grin turned cruel as lips lifted to reveal two rows of devious teeth. A clawed hand gesticulated towards the depths of Salsola as he spoke. ”Take this one to the Slave Quarters for now. I’ll be there shortly.” But it was necessary to take a different route to pick up a few certain objects from Salvia’s place before he got to work. His blackened tail wagged merrily as his mind busied itself with imaginary images of things he could do to the old woman captive, and he turned and started walking with long, dedicated steps.

His eagerness to get to play with the captive would soon be crushed and replaced with unimaginable rage. Regardless, he would soon prove how effective he could be at drawing out secrets from another.

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