[aw] As I seep into the blackest void of all

Wander · 04-20-2012, 11:56 AM

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The dame hadn't slumbered in days, the idea of sleep having become an unappealing thought. She spent as much time away from the king's chamber as she found possible, not that it was all that difficult, seeing as how his distaste for the mottled-pelted slave was so apparent it was nearly tangible. The typical optimistic demeanor was crumpled and discarded. As if it wasn't bad enough, it seemed as though her dear bird didn't like to spend time around Salsola territory either.

Wander had perched herself on a rock within the ruins, heart sinking to a new low as she pensively mulled over her place in this fresh hell. As much as she had wanted to, both the doe's fight and flight were absent. Silently, she hugged her knees to her chest, head hanging low. Everyone must've hated her. She was nothing.

She was nothing. Nothing more than the dirt under foot, nothing more than a speck of dust on the breeze. And even more so, Wander knew she didn't belong. Here, no one engaged in friendly conversation, no one asked her about anything, no one gave her so much as a passing glance, as far as she was concerned. Thoughts strayed to friends she had met before, and she felt warmth trickle down one of her ivory cheeks, a nimble hand carefully brushing the tear away from her milky eyes.

That slim chest heaved out a sigh.

The idea of making everything perfect,
appealing, so much trouble, never worth it,
The idea of making everything right,
keeps me up thinking late at night.

A cracked window distorts the image,
but no worse than it was when it was fogged.
A simple change is all it takes,
to see things a little differently after all, came the soft warble of song as Wander waited, though for what, she didn't know. Perhaps for Gamble, perhaps Cerberus, or any of her friends that she had met on her travels, but even then, she knew they wouldn't come.

Khirot Marae · 04-22-2012, 12:32 AM

OOC:I suck

Days seemed to come and go, passing by quicker than the Sasolian slave could comprehend. That didn't mean he was committing to his duties, those shamrock eyes often found themselves studying the fishing weir, fixing little problems that seemed to come up in the littlest times. The strong wiry arms had something to do, weaving rope and moving rocks from the wide stream. Never was there a rebelling thought on the mind of the jackalwolf. This was the life the fates had set for him, and there would not be another. It was that the tawny labouror had ever tasted or felt the winds of freedom, or the sensation that he was to go wherever to his heart's content. The world was Sasola, the barbed lands. And before that, it was his younger life. Still a slave, yet not appointed to an actual way of life. For now, Khi was the Slave of the Salt. His skills in boating seemed to please the canines higher on the ranks than himself. That was the way; never rebel or it'll hurt you. Do your work and there will be a reward.

Often days, Khirot would push away the similarity being a slave gave him to an animal of labor. Like a horse, or even an ox. Yet as sturdy arms pulled the float across the waters, the wiry hybrid had a sense of more than that. The waters were his cradle, supporting the little "ferry" as if a precious child. His vist to the other side wasn't exactly necessary, the kabul slave had thought that finding more rope would be sufficient enough to finish the netting on the weir. Much to his delight, there had been a little coil wash up near his shack. Unfortunately not enough to finish his appointed work.

The boat came to a slow stop as it pushed up the shore, strong arms working harder to keep it from the loose thieving tendrils of the sea. Khirot moored it securely, walking away meekly. The pierced nose of the slave picked up a different scent almost immediately, wondering vaguely who it was. Likely another master, everyone had become his master in Sasola. Even Taekyung, a personal slave property of the Auxillary's daughter. Deciding to avoid the strange scent, Khi headed in the direction of the weir. Stopping in his tracks as a soft, almost sad voice creaked as the wind did when in mourning. All the words were not understood by the jackalwolf, yet the tone...

Turning, he had let a girl go unnoticed, bent in utmost sorrow. Until he saw the golden ring in which he had also aquirred, he knew. Khirot's suspicions pointed to a new slave, not yet accustomed to the ways of labor. Still, it gripped at the sandy jackal somewhere, edging closer to the stranger, chuffling softly in his creamy throat, a low "Wuff". Never did Khi want to impose, act as a threat to the girl in the thrawls of upsetting emotions.

Wander · 04-22-2012, 01:47 AM

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I suck more xDD

The petite creature could hear the scarce sound of the change in the water's current, hark tipping lightly towards the whispering hiss of water against earth. Her hark twitched lightly once more once she recognized footsteps of someone inching ever closer, and the dame hugged her knees closer, as if trying to shrink her already small size, save for if this stranger was a higher-ranking member of the Salsola family. Those milky, jade sights turned a little towards the passive 'wuff', recognizing it as a form of addressing her. Her eyes could only make out the tawny outlines, blurs and smudges, and only dimly, so she had failed to notice the golden ring.

The dame continued to remain small in her spot, those ivory-dipped ears falling aft as her hands lightly combed through her waist-long, layered tresses. It was almost as though she was trying to hide herself behind the curtain of hair. And after a moment more, she wiped a bit at the tears still threatening to well up in her mossy eyes.

H-hello, she squeaked out meekly, feeling a bit flustered and embarrassed for being caught, feeling all poorly for herself. And here the dame had thought she was secluded, here Wander thought she was safe and quiet. The doe didn't mind the male's presence, not in the least. She wasn't one to force others away. Yet, it still made her feel foolish for being caught in a moment of sorrow.

The doe knuckled one of her eyes once more, giving a slight sniffle as she looked to the stranger. This dumbstruck feeling... It was odd. Usually, Wander was quick to strike up a conversation, and finding herself tongue-tied, she felt further embarrassed, her slender muzzle and gaze turning downwards as she muttered a soft apology.

Khirot Marae · 04-26-2012, 01:36 PM

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sorry for Khi being so controlling...If he could, he'd likely drag her away XD <.< / +395!

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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