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Post by ARTEMIS! on Jun 9, 2011 20:40:40 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=width,475,true] | [atrb=background,http://i930.photobucket.com/albums/ad144/FallArrow/RHIANNONbg4.png]It was maybe just a little under an hour before Toril came to. Rhia lay there, letting her mind wander as she waited. She was so totally torn with every emotion possible with every situation she was in, it was amazing she could even function. With thoughts of her daughter, of Forte, of this new yagi that reminded her of Forte, the spring tournament and now Toril she was a mess. She hadn't bothered to deal with any of Torn's wounds, much more focused on her own emotional turmoil, so when he finally came to she blinked and looked over at him.
He had turned over to face her and Rhia let him speak first. She filled in the blank of his words in her mind, but said nothing, shrugging a bit and standing up. She moved towards the herbs again, grabbing a leaf of aloe and bringing it back. "Put this on the cuts," she said, dropping it in front of him. There were quite a few aloe plants on the sides of the canyon and on the top, so it was easy to get and replenish. Plus she couldn't have her slave getting all infected and dying.
She sat in front of him, waiting for him to start to work on himself.
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Post by catch22 on Jun 9, 2011 22:05:18 GMT -5
Torn spoke as he treated himself as best he could, using his healing powers as discretely as possible. "You kept them from killing me, why?" He had heard some gossip that she could summon demons, creatures of those without life. He assumed she had been in enough of a rage to summon them.
He realized it was a blunt question, he hastily added a "Master." onto the end. But he very much doubted he was in for a worse fix. He wasn't that into a premature death by any means, but he was having enough of these mood swings. Of course she could just fly into a rage again.
Since he had been enslaved by the Cadre, he had escaped any real notice. He did his tasks, and dulled his mind, but pain, sharp as it was, brought out his once sharp senses. He could tell his Master was in deep thought, she must be troubled.
"Let me help you Master." He struggled to rise. "Your quarters are for your pleasure and relaxation, not mine." He was still on fire, these wounds were different from others that he had obtained in the past. But he still knew she could fly into a rage from his first sharp comment. Being a lowly slave was a better choice.
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Post by RHIANNON ! on Jun 9, 2011 22:40:28 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=width,475,true] | [atrb=background,http://i930.photobucket.com/albums/ad144/FallArrow/RHIANNONbg4.png]She watched as Toril healed himself, reclined on her haunches, tail curled around her body. She didn't have anything to say to him, really. So she sat and watched, something she seemed to be doing a lot of right now. Toril spoke and she stared blankly at him for a moment before furrowing her brow. "You're not exactly very useful to me dead," she muttered back to him, snorting off the rest of it. Why HAD she kept him alive? It would have been so much easier to let the spirits do... whatever they did to wolves. She scoffed, shuffling her weight and looking down for a moment before looking back at him.
His words brought her back once more and she looked up at him, her hazel eyes focusing on his form. He was a fairly decent slave, besides being limp and well, a doormat. She knew he was probably afraid of him, and fear was a great motivator. She shrugged a little bit, rising herself and wandering towards him. "It's fine," she said, standing in front of him, her eyes giving him a once over.
"So that thing you made. That was a force field?" she made her voice even and calm, though she was still a little bit ticked from that episode a while earlier.
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Post by catch22 on Jun 9, 2011 22:54:45 GMT -5
Torn's nares flared. He wasn't sure what his Master was doing. Perhaps he would be better dead. He half wanted to snarl, but then he would be dead. He forced himself to calm down.
Then she went on to ask about his skill. He couldn't help himself and his nares flared again. It was a weakness, his forcefields, as much as they were helpful. "I... yes Master. It was my mistake. Forgive me, I don't have full control of them." He hung his head in shame. It was true. If he tried, sometimes he could get them when he wanted, but they weren't very useful.
He wanted to stay on his Master's good side. Really he had to, if he wanted to stay alive, regardless of how outrageous the demand was. He wanted to be helpful now for some odd reason though. Was it her singing? Or had he been her slave for too long? "Master, please, let me repay you in some fashion, is there anything I can do?" Perhaps she had a chore. Why the hell was he wanting to serve her? She almost killed him! What was wrong with him...
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Post by RHIANNON ! on Jun 9, 2011 23:07:19 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=width,475,true] | [atrb=background,http://i930.photobucket.com/albums/ad144/FallArrow/RHIANNONbg4.png]His apologetic words and voice calmed her nerves. At least it hadn't been on purpose. It was like her necromancy; came when she didn't even want it to. Toril was probably still learning how to control it like she was. She nodded slightly, and had he been any other wolf she might have relayed her own feelings and sympathized with him. Instead she said nothing, huffing a bit and flopping down onto the ground.
She rolled so she was on her side, looking up at him. Her mouth flopped open in a yawn and she closed her eyes, watching. His words made her brow rise in amusement and she thought for a while. Anything he could do? She wasn't actualy sure. She had no immediate wants, and being in a good mood made her less likely to put him through hell.
Rhiannon finally decided on a course of action, yawning once more and looking up. "Fetch me something to eat. I could do with some fresh food," she replied finally, stretching her paws out before her and working out all her muscles. "Preferably some jackalope. Get a couple. Big fat juicy ones. Once you're done that, if you could bring them back and then clear the canyon top of any thing that's in the way of the tournament arena? We need to get ready for the tournament." She yawned again, lying her head down on the ground.
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Post by catch22 on Jun 9, 2011 23:18:17 GMT -5
Torn's eyes widened briefly. A COUPLE of jackalope, and clearing the canyon-top? His muscles already were cut and bruised, and his mind was aching. He nodded mutely. He had to, it was needed. His Master... Torn shook off the complete slave mentality. He still had a little free will, thank you very much.
Turning he began to limp out of the cave. He was leaving bloodspots. This wouldn't be any good. Was she watching him? This could be an annoying proof of the fact he was mostly incapable. He relied on his elemental powers to feed himself, if he hunted a couple jackalopes in this area then he would be done. No food until he recovered. If you are dead then you don't need food he reasoned. Then there was the possibility Master wanted to just see his powers, or wanted him weak.
Sighing he stopped trying to think. He just continued at his steady lope, convinced he would eventually would find a scent. He hoped this might just be a 'wait a minute'job. Ah well,wishfull thinking, it kept him alive.
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