Time flowed like cement. He checked the sun positioning again to see how much time has passed. A minute had passed since he last checked an hour ago, or so it seemed. Sitting there at the den edge with nothing to stare at but a wall with chipped rocks here and there was excruciatingly dull and there was no telling when his parents would be back. It was so pointless too. He began to drift into an unpleasant daydream or was it a paranoid fantasy? So hard to tell and the younf pup didn't care. It helped to pass the time and he wasn't one for entertaining himself with optimism. Better to be prepared. Usually when either Father and Mother had to go somewhere one of them was left behind to watch over them but now neither of them was here. Something was fishy. It was that smelly smell, the kind of smell that smelled...smelly. Where are they. he muttered to himself with a bored sigh. From all of his siblings he took the most after her mother, almost a spitting image or her if it weren't from the proeminent ivory on his bag and front limbs that screamed so strongly of his Father heritage. The den feels emptier than a crypt. I can't just sit here watching the walls, no matter how pretty they are.  he put his paw down this time, accentuating the dramatic tones within his voice. Great! Now I began talkin' with me self. Speech

she moved to the den. To say she didn't want to spend time with the pups would be a lie. She knew pups were impressionable and maybe just maybe she could make even one understand how it was wrong to treat others like this. Though speaking to them hadn't been on the top of her list. Speaking could get her tongue ripped out. Then how would she speak one day when she really needed to. To say hannibal had broke her might be a truth. She'd once had comfort around him and now she had none. She entered the den, finding mordecai wide awake. His sibling must be out, hopefully not too far from the den. She'd have to find them and then corral them back. But a look on mordecai's face said maybe he needed an ear. Not to mention the words she'd heard as she came in. She approached him and gently took her paw and ruffled his shoulder fur. She then sat with her eyes on him. She was listening. "speech"

Bi coloured optics fell upon the chocolate, scarred woman, watching her slow, agonizngly slow movements as she approached the tiny lord. In his mind, the woman was an oddity, a bizarre manifestation; she never spoke, not much at least, and never in their parents presence, that was certain. The young lord could place his tiny claw on why she was treated with such ignorance, it was not that hard to understand, not from someone that was used to dominate upon others from the moment he was born even though his size did not match that of his siblings. She was inferior, lesser than them in, not only pedigree but also in rank. Due to who their parents were, the small boy found out from a young age what power meant, from the times he watched how hiw parents treated the woman that was serving them. The moment he thouched his soulder was the moment he snapped back to reality and a look of scorn and disgust replaced his emotionless and lost in thoughts facade. The young and small lord shifted his weight, his own tail pushing the womans paw aside. How dare you touch me? a brow raised in question just as he learnt from his mother, observing her motion every single tine. If you want to be useful then tell me where my parents are. his excessivly long tail (about the size of his own body for now) wraped around his paws, gace locking on to her form as she head to lean his crown back to have a proper look at her face. Speech

she watched the boy as he reacted to her touch. He acted like shed just touched him with bile. Honestly these kids were doomed if they never learned sympathy. She knew her mom had always described things but it was those like Rhyme that would destroy the child. He was a warrior with a heart of gold. But it was that that would be against such treatment of her. If the boy didnt want to at least try to learn then he might be a lost cause. She answered his question with a shrug of her shoulders and a exhausted exhale of breath. She was so tired of this life. Her cerulean optics turned from him then to the exit and she sighed best to leave the boy to himself then. She stood up and moved towards the exit. Not even hannibal knew the real damage he had caused by his maim. Her feet stopped as she got an idea though. "Would you like to walk with me?" her voice was soft and she didnt even look at the runt. She knew it rasped as well. Underuse of it had caused it but it was barely a whisper now. "speech"

So the woman could talk, huh. His little regalia would tilt at the chocolate woman shrug and confusion painted his facial features; What do you mean, you do not know? he questioned incredulously as his gaze locked onto her own, which offered a difficult movement to lean his regalia further back due to the woman massive size (for him) She wanted to take him for a walk? Well, he was dreadfully bored, that was true and until the point his parents return she was to be their caretaker, or at least it seemed like that.Where do you want to go, slave? he spatted the last words, meant to be an insult but he did not know any better. It was a word he heard Father use more or less on that chocolate woman and though he did understood the predicament Eulogy and Hannibal seemed to be into he did not know all the ropes. At first he hold hatred for Eulogy fore it was another female that their Father paid attention to, even in small quantities, instead of their beloved Mother and that did not stand right with the spawn. He soon came to realize his Mother could not care less about his Father interactions and seemed to be of normalcy for them in such cases. Speech

she wanted to nip his ear with the tone he took up. To remind him that while she may be a slave that she was still his elder and that he should have respect for at least that. She didn't dignify it with an answer though. Hannibal had taught them supremest beliefs and nephthys had taught them her tongue. Such made them dreadful. Seriously the pup needed his ear cuffed or something like that. He was completely disrespectful. She would expect this though with the way hannibal was always acting and that this was the first time they were alone with her. "Its Eulogy, and as for a destination I haven't thought of one. But sometimes the journey is more important than the destination." sh was neutral with her tone. He was just a product of what he saw in his parents. Though she completely doubted that they'd ever teach him respect for others. She started out the den, either he'd follow or stay behind. No one would ever teach him what Eulogy hoped he'd learn by the end of today. She worked hard and none of them realized it. "speech"

The sun was his marker of time. They had no means to measure the day other than by its rhythmic rise and fall. In this world without clocks, without electronics, without money, it is all they have to show the passing of the day. The sun right above like now signified noon, the other markers were dawn and sunset. The small Lord also keow, of course, that those times move with the seasons, but they are the only practical way by which to organize ourselves or so Mother used to tell him. He kept his dual gaze upon the mighty sun as much as he could before the world around him started to slowly blur. Its rays, like fingers stretching across the sky, bring with it a new future. Gradually, the sun filled the sky with its brilliance and a warm glow to which he hoped that showed Spring was not that far around the corner. Of course, he knew her name. Pfft. What a foolish girl she was. But why should he address herself by her given name if she was lesser than him? Lesser than a pup. Ha. How can the journey be more important, slave? he questioned in his high pitched tone, accentuating the last word in pure rebellion, meant to further anger the girl. His tiny teacup paws followed behind her, unsure if he was supposed to follow her since his parents were away. She took care of them while Mother and Father were away however the small Lord could not help but sense a small frightful shiver running down his spine from being alone with her for the very first time. Are you taking me to see Papa? his gazed locked on her, leaning his petite regalia backwards in order to view her at her full, towering height which only resulted in the small rebel to trip upon his excessivly long tail yet one again. Unf! His snout hit the ground faster than one could say 'fish' however he got back on his paws just as quickly, scanning his surroundings to make sure no one saw that. Speech

He refuses her name and she sighs. Of course the boy will be a disrespectful cur. Why should she expect him to respect her? Hannibal had no respect for her and neither had nephthys. She didnt even think their parents respected each other. Seriously though if he had any brain he'd at least learn to show a little respect. She shook her head. Seriously the boy was growing annoying. She turned her eyes on him as he asked his question. Because you can learn more from the journey than the destination sometimes, and sometimes you meet faces that will impact your entire life on the journey. she kept her voice hushed and calm. She wasnt so upset she wanted to take it out on the boy. But she did not let him decide everything about her yet. No, there are rules here young Mordecai, rules we all must follow. Your father is outside if the borders and none of us are allowed to leave just yet. she wanted to also make sure he knew she didn't keep them separated from their father by choice. All children needed their parents in their life in her opinion. Well except she didnt want toxic in hers. He'd beat and raped her, she would rather see him dead. Speech

That was all powerful and wealthy people had done in their lives, sit on their gluttony and greed while others worked for survival. He had learnt this from a young age. Mordecai walked behind the woman before he came to a halt before a puddle, peering into the mirror like water, lifting up a piece of silk tendrils from his elongated tail. It resembled his Mother. He had thought about hacking it all off many a time beforehand. Even if he abided by the slave word he disliked the way she carried herself. Hypocrisy was a wondrous thing. The pup let it fall back to the ground. But he would acknowledge the slave, she was a bit different from most people he had met. As far as he knew she was the only person who did not had the power to tell him no. Mordecai paws moved silently towards a unknowing toad; claws came ravashing at its back within a mere moment and without a single thought he abused it. A few minutes passed before the young lord went to his business towards the slave. Behind him he dragged the new toy he found, brand new and already being abused, his legs missing and his guts dragged on the ground. He had a particular reason for going to her that day. He found her waiting for him, dropping the toy and leaving it in the middle of the forest. Eulogy. My stomach is bothering me. And.. And there was a toad hopping around the forest. He got out of his puddle. Only he took it out of the puddle purposefully. Speech

She was not daft to the boy's movements. She knew he veered off the path. Yet a good way to display the lesson here. He might learn to take separate paths that or to stick to the route planned. One never knew what they might learn. She stopped to use a forepaw to paw at her tender scab. It was starting to really hurt again. Not only that but she was sure it stank. She was noseblind though so she hardly noticed. Whatever trouble hannibal had found himself when he left she was sort of happy for it. It was giving her a break from him. She didn't even have any idea of what went on outside the borders now. As mordecai came back with his mutilated toads she gave a sigh. He was just a baby and yet his idea of things was already warped. She used a paw to move the toads dead body away and sighed. He would never understand that the beauty of nature was not something to destroy but rather something to enjoy. Killing for sport was wrong. "speech"

Eulogy he called once again as the slave woman touched his toad to move it away from him. How dare she touch what was his and how dare she not react to his cries for help. Eulogy! he rose his boyish tones, high-pitching sonnates were emitted from the young lad vocal chords, I said my stomach hurts. he emphasized he word hurt narrowing his bi colored lenses at her. Well, are you not going to do something about it? he shifted his weight, elongated tial wraping around his paws as he sat on his haunches, expectantly Father will hear about this. he frowned to emphasize his anger towards her. What was wrong with this woman? He wondered, rotating his regalia to the right to look away from her. He was her Master spawn, her Master offspring and she should place his offsprings above herself fore they were a priority in such case, when it was just the two of them. He wished for his parents to return quicker. He had no idea why they kept her around, why Father insisted to have a slave, the idea was a confusing matter into his mind and he could not shake it off, not now when it was just the two of them. Why did Father made you a slave?  his eyebrow rose in question, You seem pretty useless. he tilted his crown this time, gaze locking onto her. He might have phrased it better, sure, and even though he intended no direct disrespect the pup still needd to learn that some words are better left unspoken. Speech