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Draugr is by Libri!
There was silence from within the place where she'd locked him. Draugr listened for a brief moment, ears attuned to even the most minute of sounds -- the soft rattle of a chain in motion, the scratching of claws against stone, the shifting struggle of a creature eager for freedom? None emanated from within -- perhaps her luck was just such that her slave was already broken? Draugr withdrew from the door and took a silent step back contemplating it as she pulled absently at the water.
Even slaves needed to eat and drink, and so Draugr knew she must eventually enter -- but she was frightened, unduly intimidated by this scarred thing, several years her elder, which now apparently belonged to her. It was a complete unknown. Although she'd had months of practice interacting with communal slaves and occasionally the personal slave of another canine, Draugr had never been particularly interested in ownership herself -- and yet, here she was.
The wolfdog moved to open the door, yanking the thing open. The handles were of wood, and there was no clicking or holding mechanism to keep it shut. If she wanted to lock him in more thoroughly, she needed to shove the table against the door so it would not swing open -- but the chains, perhaps, made this added precaution unnecessary. They bound him in place rather thoroughly, she saw, appraising his state of immobility with sharp purple eyes. They settled on his face, staring boldly toward the empty socket and the burning green.
Water? she asked, holding up the skin. It was dark, protective leather on the outside, perhaps some intestine on the innards. There was a slosh from within as Draugr shook it toward him.
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