Within the tawny-furred slave, unexpectedly his heart went out to the sad girl. Never once did he truly see a being cloaked in such anguish, the way the milky eyes of the young woman were clouded with what appeared to be tears. Emerald eyes softly looked her over, contemplating the action of offering his help. Whatever that may be. The ring upon her black nose appeared fresh, possibly raw from forced into her septum. Her meek greeting was met with a large calloused hand gently patting one of those thin shoulders, managing a soothing Hey. There wasn't really much the Slave of the Salt could do to hurt her, much more to help her than anything. ]Khirot Marae. The man said in his accented voice, softly introducing himself.
He had never felt angst for his position, simply accepted it as a fact of life. Someone had to do the job, and it seemed very much that it was him. The Kabul slave quieted himself for a moment, noticing the dullness of those pretty eyes. Her eyesight must've been poor. This girl didn't necessarily deserve a life of a slave, especially being impaled with the condition of eyes not working properly. And vaguely, Khi wondered why she didn't wind up someone higher in rank than this. Rumbling softly in his throat, a gentle hand guided a delicate palm to his face, running it close enough to brush over the septum ring protruding through his nose. We're same. Khirot shrugged, letting her arm fall back into its normal position. A fluffy tail brushed on the ground behind him, conquering that little bump. Why so sad?
Khirot reminisced on his brother, Tharot. How he had rebelled against the fates, tried to change his way of living. It always didn't seem right to the tawny canine, this was the way it was supposed to be! They were born for this, bred into the life of laborers. Khi knew no other option for the most part, what was it like being "normal"? It wasn't like there was a lingering curiosity to find out, a hidden burst of spontaneity to taste the winds of freedom. The upset manner of the mottled woman was enough to have him thinking, personifying his usual obedient manner. What made him happy? The ocean! Maybe, just maybe the jackalwolf would be so privileged to show her.
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