out of the oven and into the frying pan

Sirius · 06-03-2020, 03:00 AM

At last, as he reached the last tendrils of his patience, the man appeared. Sirius grimaced, looking at him, looking at the mess he had made of the girl. His eyes glanced over the girl, and back to the slaver. This was his honey? He bit back a sigh before he spoke. “So I can see.” he motioned to the trees, and his bear companion slipped out from beneath the shadows of a great oak, and lumbered into view. She stopped besides Sirius, nearly towering above him reared up as she was on two back feet. She took off the bag she held about her shoulders and dropped it in the space between them. “Your goods, as promised. You brought the steel as well as the girl, I assume?” he asked, keeping his voice even, bored, with a touch of menace. He would never show the slaver the anger seething behind the facade.

This was not how you treated a wolf, even a slave. Sirius treated his own slaves with better care than this. He would ruin her, with treatment like that. Sirius believed slavery to be only a temporaty condition. A starting point, something for a wolf to strive to better themselves from. He would not show the slaver his desire to take the girl from him, he would deal with him, get his steel, and never see this skum of a man again.

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out of the oven and into the frying pan

Skelle

Sirius