Speak No Evil

Bastion Hallow · 09-17-2011, 12:41 PM

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Table & Coding © Cait; Set this where the slaves are being kept; 502 words

Bastion had set aside in order to just go and visit with the slaves. He felt good to know that these bodies that were kept contained within this area had come to be produced by him. He had heard that the male still had issues following orders and so Bastion felt compelled to remedy that. He had thought that after what he had already put the male through he wouldn't act up so much. But clearly the larger male still hadn't gotten it through his head yet. Well Bastion certainly had the time to give him a further lesson. The childlike male felt compelled to make certain that the slave behaved. He felt that since he had made the capture that it reflected upon him. Well, he refused to allow his slaves to behave in such a way. Just look at Twilight and how obedient that she was. She was so eager and willing to please. That was the sort of slaves that Bastion produced.

As Bastion entered the area his sister came up to him. He smiled down at the lupus shifted female and gave a gentle pat to her head. He wasn't upset with her and so he wasn't opposed to showing a bit of affection to allow her to know that she wasn't in trouble. He hadn't come to deal with her because she hadn't given him a bad name. The male was already short but still he knelt down and used both clawed hands to scratch at the sides of Twilight's neck as one might do with a pet. "Where he at?" He didn't have to elaborate or even give a name for his sister to know who it was that was wanted. While she was enjoying the rare moment of attention and affection she knew that Bastion wasn't of the patient sort. Because of that she pulled away and walked with her head bowed to lead to where Darijus was located.

Once Basti spotted the sleeping male he gave a nod to his sister, a sign of dismissal. In silence the boy approached the sleeping giant and stepped down upon his throat to force the slave awake through means of suffocation. "Told you what happen." He continued with his clipped away of speaking. Certainly the slave wasn't so dense to not remember Bastion's warnings. The feminine looking boy did not accept disobedience. One would think that the slave would learn since a good portion of his mutilations had come from Bastion alone. "Stay still." The boy instructed as the male struggled beneath his slight weight. It was clearly obviously that Bastion was out matched on the physical front. No doubt too much struggling would have Bastion dislodged and would once again give the large male the upper hand. That certainly wasn't something that Basti could have happening. He needed to keep the advantage that he already had. It was points like this that he wished to have his puppy around to take care of restraints for him.

Liliya Russo · 10-04-2011, 03:26 PM

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Sorry for taking so long. I’m on top of it now. Wink

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Volunteering to help with the mundane work was one of the few ways Liliya could ensure that she could see her mother on a regular basis, so here she was now helping her mother shuck some sort of vegetable from its natural casing. The work was mediocre and without much prestige, but Liliya didn’t care. She just sat cross-legged on the ground next to her mother, her eyes occasionally flicking from her work to the coyote woman, who sat there with a smile, humming tunelessly while she worked. She seemed so happy, it was strange… like she didn’t know she was a slave. Liliya’s grey eyes flicked to the golden ring in her mother’s nose, one of the most stand-out flags that told everyone who came to Salsoa I AM A SLAVE. Even though they had been clear to Verusha, even though they had forced the ring through her septum, Liliya wasn’t sure the woman actually understood her place in the pack.

“Pass me another, this bushel is finished,” she spoke to her mother in Russian. She would abandon English any moment she got, so she always talked with her mother longer than many others. Her mother did so, and Liliya continued tending the food.

Capturing Verusha had been easy for Eris, Liliya knew now. At one time she might have thought that the dark Auxiliary had dragged the Russian matriarch kicking and screaming, but now as she looked at the old woman she realized she wasn’t all quite there anymore. Well, she knew that for some time. Was it better to be mad and not know that you were a slave? Verusha thought she was a servant at most, and was happy to obey the pack that had so kindly taken her and Liliya in. Liliya feared the day that Verusha would kindly refuse a task, thinking she could like any maid… the chestnut woman shuddered at the thought. She had to do something for her mother before that day came.

Something caught her attention, breaking her of her reverie. She stopped her work and looked up in time to see an ashy brown… was that a woman or a man? A boy, maybe? … pass nearby. He drew her curiosity so she watched when a slave approached him. He seemed kind enough… until his foot landed on a sleeping slave’s throat.

“Wait here, mother,” she demanded in Russian as she stood up and jogged toward Bastion.

“Hey,” she called, switching to English and trying to keep her outrage out of her voice. She’d never met Bastion, and if experience told her anything, just about everyone in Salsoa outranked her. “Vhat are you doink to him? I have been here all afternoon, this slave was sleepink. I did not see him doing anything wrong.”

Bastion Hallow · 11-01-2011, 03:27 AM

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Table & Coding © Cait; 505 words

Bastion had no issue with handing out discipline should it come down to that. He could torture another living being without blinking an eye. He wasn't squeamish when it came to such adverse things. Of course he had a reason for all that he did, granted sometimes it was only because he was bored. That didn't fly with the slaves of Salsola though. He couldn't just "play" with the slaves that belong to the family to his liking. No, his harsh acts towards them were stemmed from some inappropriate action that the slaves had done. And of course he had been warned about the old woman and how she wasn't to be treated with a heavy hand. Just so long as she stayed in line then Bastion didn't have a problem with following that order. But this male had caused more trouble than he seemed worth. Bastion couldn't allow for his name to be tarnished by him since he had been the one to bring him back. And well, Bastion expected a certain level of obedience from his slaves.

"You bad." The words were growled out to the large male that was unable to defend himself with speech. It was an impossibility simply because Bastion had already taken the male's tongue. Granted he had given it back through forcing the slave to swallow it. It wasn't exactly the kindest gesture but it had proven a point, not only to the slave but to everyone that was there to pay witness. Bastion wasn't one to be crossed. Sure, he looked like such a sweet child but he had a dark side to him as well. it displayed exactly why he had the rank that he did. There wasn't a mistake in it even if others should like to imagine that was so.

The small male turned his head to look at the female who had come up to interfere. "He no listen." The words were stated simply. It didn't matter that the transgression had happened previously since this was the time that Bastion had available in order to deal with the issue. And well, the slave really shouldn't be sleeping the day away anyways. Not when there was so much work that could be done so that was yet another count against Darijus. There was no use for a lazy slave. It was just another matter that Bastion could end up busting him on.

Darijus took the moment that Bastion was distracted and slipped his way out from beneath the smaller male. The slave was quick to flee from the presence of the higher ranked male. "Go work!" Bastion yelled out after him since the small boy knew there wasn't any chance that he would be able to catch up with the slave and even if he did he would still be at a disadvantage to do anything since the slave would be wary of some form of recourse. "Why care?" The question was posed as he focused his attention upon the unknown female once more.

Liliya Russo · 11-06-2011, 01:20 AM

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There was indeed something wrong with this individual. He punished the slave ruthlessly and masterfully, but Liliya hadn't seen the servant do anything wrong. While the sandy-ash colored man was distracted the slave wriggled and slipped away, and she thought she might have seen a note of appreciation on his face but that might have just been desperation. She didn't watch the man's retreat, only turned her gray eyes on the unforgiving manchild before her.

“I did not see the slave doingk anything wrong. If you are punishingk him for somethingk he did before, waking him up from his sleep does not seem like it vhill do very much good. Shouldn't you tell him vhat he has done wrongk before punishing him so he knows vhat lesson he should be learningk?” It was a quick reasoning but there was sense in it. Mostly she thought it up on the fly to give the man something to do while the slave slipped away. Still, she had seen how the Dark Lady trained slaves and it was nothing like this. Perhaps there were times when she had to penalize them for disobedience but she suspected that Eris didn't just blindly beat her slaves in training.

“I just...” Don't want Salsoa to have slaves, nor watch them succumb to such horrible violence? Wouldn't want to see her mother beaten like that? She was about to glance over her shoulder to ensure that Verusha was still there working on her chores, to make sure that the crazy Agata woman didn't draw the attention of this strange man, but that alone would have turned attention to her, so she resisted the temptation to look. “I just want to see Salsoa getting the most out of its slaves. Vhould be a shame to waste effort on them, no?”

“By the way, I am Liliya Russo. And who might you be, my pack brother?” She had taken a liking to referring to her pack as brother and sister. It made them feel more like a family, and that was the one thing Liliya strived to keep hold of the most.

Bastion Hallow · 12-06-2011, 03:46 PM

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"He know. Same thing warned before." Yes, Bastion had actually let Darijus off with a lighter punishment and a warning that should he do so again then the consequences would be harsher. It wasn't out of nowhere as it would seem. But rather that the slave seemed unable to learn his lesson and the same instructions had to be repeated over and over again. There were other slaves here and they hadn't experienced such cruelty from Bastion, at least not when it was undeserved. Twilight had learned quick that it was easier to submit than to fight. Life had become so much easier on her once she adhered to that lesson. Bastion wasn't above praise and rewards for a job well done. He simply wouldn't tolerate disobedience.

"Work time. No sleep." The small male added on another reason for the slave to be punished even if that hadn't been the reason behind Bastion's treatment. Instead it just served as another mark against him. Too many marks and Bastion would see about replacing him. Of course he would mention it to the leadership but he doubted that he would be denied what it was that he wanted. A disobedient slave was a worthless one. If they had to discipline more than work would come out of them then there was no reason to keep them about. At least that was Bastion's opinion on the matter. "If no listen no reason to keep. Get one that listen. Twilight good girl. Twilight listen."

It would make sense to refer to each other as siblings because the pack called itself family after all. "Bastion." Just like with all of his other sentences he didn't even bother with a complete name. It didn't quite matter though. If anyone were to have hear of him by name then they would have heard of Bastion. Or else there might be some talking about a child in the high ranks. Either way it was Bastion in which they spoke of. He was used to the underestimation, and actually thrived on it.

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