Can't escape
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WC: 533
OOC: The dream shaw had was his depiction and entirely fabled inside his head, and does not show actual views of any mentioned characters. He is also in lupus form

The leaves were green, the breeze was light and refreshing. There was something... a sound of serenity nearby. Shawchert knew it was that of the Oasis, the waterfall, though its booming sound seemed to calm the soul, was pouring loosely into the bottomless pool below. He turned his head. He had never remembered climbing to the top of the Oasis before, but... it was so beautiful and serene! Looking down he could see the whole of the pool and he grinned Oh would Orin be so terrified if he jumped off the cliff into the water. She would worry the whole time he fell until he came back up unharmed except for smarting skin from the impact of the water. Yes he was going to do it. Taking a few steps back he began to run and at the last possible second he jumped. The feeling was so great, that was until what he saw as he took the freefall. It was no longer the welcoming pool of his home, no it was fire, red and burning, lava popping below wanting to get at him and he wasn’t falling fast enough for it. Shawchert flailed, trying to stop.

The red man sat up letting out a disfiguring scream. It was a bad idea for he wasn’t fully healed and his hips screamed in pain, he laid back down cringing his eyes shut. Everything had happened. He had been in and out of consciousness since his capture, but here he was a slave to the world, and his spirit was broken. He had lost his tongue for his talk, and had his bones fixed the wrong way, they didn’t waste time putting in a ring on the inside of his nose, as if he hadn’t had enough pain already. Groaning he rolled to his side, seeing if that would help him any but it didn’t. No matter where he moved nor how he moved the pain would not go away. He couldn’t help but notice his hands had been shackled as well, and his feet chained together. Well they paid no expense on his escape.... He thought. He looked around him. There were other sleeping forms or they were pretending, he didn’t htink they could sleep through that yell, though it didn’t sound like much of one. The spot where his tongue use to be hurt, though it was a dull pain now compared to the one in his hips and leg, which both were still broken. How long had he been here? The man didn’t know but he did know he looked worse for wear than the other slaves, at the moment. He had been in three fights in two weeks and he showed it. Scratches bruises and broken bones, his righ ear was missing and his face was nothing but a bumpy mess where he had been hit many times.

He knew he deserved all this, because if it hadn’t been for him his pack would never have had such horrible luck. Deep in the recess of his mind he knew he belonged here and deserved the treatment he got. He just wished the pain would stop.

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OOC comments here.

Odessa had heard through Novak of the new slave, the Serb himself hearing it from the other slaves who had heard it from whispers in the air. The Serb reported, later on, that he had visited this man, only for a moment, more of a passing glance and said he was in poor shape. Though Novak had used the word visited loosely, Odessa understood what he meant. It was fairly early on in the morning and Odessa was quick to gather up her medicine. Today the tools consisted of various vegetables, which held a lot of vitamins for cell growth and what not, and ginger for the pain relief. These primitive medicines were everything Odessa believed in, and she was sure they'd do the trick. Novak pointed out that the slave may be stubborn, something he picked up from the plethora of wounds.


Of course she had other wares, splints and bandages. More proven tactics. Entering the place where the slaves resided, Odessa alerted him to her presence by coughing slightly and then speaking. 'Morning. I've come to check you over, that's a lot of injuries you've got thee and I don't want you dead because of them' she said, 'It'll be on my head then' the medic said with a gentle smile.


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#3
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WC: 254
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Shawchert didn’t move when the door opened nor when the woman spoke. He was silent when she spoke, though he couldn’t say much of anything without his tongue. Her words weren’t unkind but her voice was reserved, was this a new tactic? To be nice and gentle now? Well it wouldn’t work on him. He huddled on the “bed” he had and lowered his head, watching her, he bore his teeth a little, but did not move. No he knew he would be killed if he hurt anyone but a slave. Even then he wasn’t sure he was allowed to touch another slave. That wasn’t the pressing matter at the moment though.

His eyes moved to the bag she had on her. He was curious and at the same time not so much. What did she have in store for him? The “medicine” they could have was probably more ways to torture him. He didn’t know he had beed lightly patched up before brought here and now he was feeling the pain of his leg, still broken and healing wrong and his hip which was the same, though disjointed. He was scared of what this woman would do to him, and he was really powerless to do anything about it, he couldn’t run. He couldn’t even move. All he could do was huddle up and hope things went better than they were sure to happen.

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OOC herpderp? / +yo numbah!


'Now, come on' she said softly, kneeling down a comfortable distance away from him. 'I'm not going to hurt you. I promise' the medic comforted quietly, thin grey gloved hands reaching into the bag to pull out her tools. 'Look, it's only vegetables and herbs. Ginger, see?' she prompted, letting the ginger fall into her other hand and then stretching her arm out to present the objects to him. Odessa waited for a moment, before pulling her arm back and sighing. 'Will this convince you?' she commented, pulling her pocketknife from her bag and slicing the apple and chopping a small chunk of ginger off. She ate them quickly, eager to prove she was up to no ill and get on with the treatment.


Odessa pulled herself closer, 'Come on, just let me have a look. I haven't got anything else in by bag apart from this knife' she said, holding the blade aloft, 'And that's just to cut the greens. Please don't make me have to get Novak in here'. The Serb was ready outside if he was needed, all it would take was a call. She'd get this slave seen to one way or another. And even though this new slave was a Goliath, in his state Novak would have no trouble with him.


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#5
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WC: 251
OOC: I'm sorry this took a while to reply to forgive mee!!!

Shawchert watched her, staring as she pulled out herbs and even an apple. His mouth watered at the sight, but the thought of poison came to him. It seemed she thought he was thinking the same thing for she took out a knife, which made him flinch and scootch back a little further. She didn’t aim it at him, but cut the apple and the root. If he could have his tongue would be licking at his muzzle in hunger right now. He remained motionless, still scared, not sure what she would have to do to make him better, but he watched her with quiet apprehension. If this were Sky he would trust her with every bit of his being, but though she spoke kindness, he wasn’t sure if it was an act, or if the only terrible wolf there was the woman who had taken him in.

He moved slightly closer now, a sign saying he would let her help him. He could not say anything, nor did he wish to. His silence was filling the whole place. Shawchert blinked, trying to hide the pain he felt as he even moved that small inch. He held his breath, but he looked right at her, his ice blue eyes trying to see through her and see what she would do before she did it. Of course that wouldn’t work, but it might still make her feel slightly uncomfortable. It didn’t matter to him. He just wanted out of here.

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OOC here.

Word Count → 000


'Look' Odessa said, a little sharply, but then she offered up a gentle smile to compensate. 'I'm not going to force these into your mouth. It's your choice whether to eat them of not... She smiled again, a little more solemnly this time. Odessa was truly sorry for what they had done to him, she didn't think slaves deserved to be beaten this badly. 'I'm sorry for what they did to you. I don't really think there was a reason for all this violence...' while she didn't voice it in front of the slave victim, she was sure violence could have been replaced with the use of knock out drugs. With a sigh she considered, if only they'd come to her first. Though, perhaps it would have complicated matters more if a fight occurred, but simple chatter and a piece of laced food offered up would have done jsut as well.,/p>

'Either way, if you accept everyone's help, you'll be up on your feet in no time' she added, with a more cheery not. 'They treat slaves better once they've learnt. Because they trust them not to run away and feed them decent food and lay off the punishment so they can work good' Novak said, walking forward to stand beside his mistress, 'You work good, they treat you good. Simple' the Serb said, twitching his nose and letting his own nose ring wiggle about.


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WC: 329
OOC: hey look it didnt' take me so long this time!!!

Odessa did not know that Shawchert had not been entirely beaten by his captor no... he had been hurt by a woman from inferni, no talk had come between them only animosity and he had no chance as he had been injured already from Mars who had done a good job at hurting shawchert, which was how he got his missing ear. The cuts to his face were various from both his captor as well as his attacker who thought he had come far too close to the borders of Inferni. He could not even correct her for he couldn’t talk. He groaned when she spoke, but his eyes didn’t leave her. Shawchert was feeling far older than his age, and it was mostly due to the pain he felt in his hip and leg.

His ears folded back as she spoke. Once he learned. once he learned to be some kind of pawn to someone else’s game? He wanted to leave, he wanted to do what HE wanted to do not what someone else did. He had been a free wolf even when he had been in his father’s pack. No it would take mroe than this little speech to show him that he was no longer wild and free, though the taking of his tongue did the job for the most part, he still did not trust any of them, not even the slaves he shared the room with. He remained quiet, though his ears did not stay pinned to his head for too long he was sure that he would get hit pretty bad if he did. His eyes trailed to the woman’s slave that had joined them. Shawchert couldn’t help but twitching his own nose, feeling the bit of pain from his own nose ring. It wouldn’t heal properly if he didn’t let someone do it. He sighed in a dejected way but looked down, and not at her in a defiant way.

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'There we go' she said, almost happily. 'I'm not going to check you over for injuries at the moment. Imhotep might do that instead. He's nice, he'll take care of you... I jsut want you to eat something healthy. Looking healthy on the outside is nothing if you insides are all spongy' she smiled. Pulling a small wooden plate from her bag, Odessa used the knife to chop up the herbs and fruit. Here' Odessa said, 'Now you know it's not poisonous, you can eat it and then I can go if you like?' All he need do was nod and she'd make sure he ate the food, collect her plate and leave.


Novak shrugged, 'I'm not chained up and beaten, am I? I've learnt. I don't act up. I get treated decently' he explained. He didn't particularly care about the new slave, the new slave wasn't his business after all. Novak was charged with caring for whatever Imhotep and Odessa wanted him to do. He had learnt though, and learn well. And as of that'd he'd been treated relatively well. Decent food, a decent place to sleep, a good amount of freedom.


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