Dogs of War

As individuals came in Tana picked out their scents, storing them away for her collective knowledge later. The only scent she really recognized was Pari, who came to sit near her. She lowered her head even more at that. She was not going to dispute where anyone sat, as she was low ranking and viewed herself as even lower than the other lambs.

Tana was ignored though otherwise, or at least she thought so. When it started she was quick to make her head follow the voice of the Male. He smelled close to the Apollyon, a brother likely. It was best not to anger him. Though when he said he wanted to teach them to fight she pulled her ears back and worry ran through her mind. Fighting was against what she had learned growing up, did the Apollyon know what he wished to teach slaves? Slaves that could fight back seemed dangerous to her. Though it wasnt like she knew even basic self defense. She didn't want to draw attention to herself though. She had her reservations and worries about such things.

Who he paired her against would also play a part in how fast she surrendered here. Worry created her forehead. Did he not speak to the Apollyon? Or had the Apollyon told him to torture the lambs this way? She wouldn't object to his words though. She knew better. No she sat there silently and submissive in every way. A submissive slave was an alive slave.

"Talk."