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Citala <3
Dark form sliding gracefully from the commandeered watercraft, charcoal toes kissed upon sand as dark as his fur. The sun was just rising, and the crystalline fragments that littered the shore were sparkling like stars. It had been a long few weeks at sea, drifting with the winds in between their last destination to this one. The ebony male was unfamiliar with these lands, but his master seemed keen to visit. Something about lucrative return profits. That was about all he needed to know, and thus set to work organizing the market to Augustus' specifications. There had been a long winded, extremely detailed list of instructions and duties loaded upon Absinthe's shoulders the night before, when they had spotted the dark shape of the shore on the horizon. A small army of slaves immediately set to work offloading the supplies and wares for the market, their bodies meshing into a sea of fur and quick moving paws. It didn't take long for his master to stride into view, titanic form parting the droves of servants as he approached. Russet and gold bodice alight with the early morning sun, the massive man gazed down his nose at his servant. "You will need to leave soon if you're going to make it to as many of the local packs as possible, so you'd better have everything organized by sunset." those familiar rumbling baritones left no room for argument, but the dark wraith had no quarrel with the command. "It will be done, sir." he assured his master smoothly, and cast his brimstone gaze across the harried bodies moving across the beach. A pile of crates and barrels was steadily growing upon the sands, which meant it was time to scout out the location of their market. Secluded, well fortified, and spacious. Those were the requirements. "The cave system is not too far up that hill, you can see the entrance we use from here." Augustus rumbled, his whiskey gaze following that of his servant. With a curt nod and a word of farewell, the raven furred man took his leave to delegate some different tasks to those doing the grunt work. He waited for the right moment to catch the eye of one of the newest additions to the group, a young marauder by the name of Petrie that had joined at their last stop. "Take two of the stronger slaves, and ensure there is no one squatting at the site of the market. We'll be moving everything up there this afternoon at the latest." the words fell from ebon lips firmly, though his auds were tipped back politely and eerie eyes shuttered against emotion. He was merely a vessel for his master's commands. Next he sought the chocolate and charcoal pelt of one of the senior ranking marauders, and dipped his head to Cael to indicate his request for an audience. It took a few moments for the older male to dignify the onyx servant with his presence. Cael offered only a demanding grunt, brow furrowed with irritation. Wearing an expression of blank indifference, Absinthe blinked up at the immense male and said "My master has asked that you take a few slaves and some of the band to cut down the green saplings needed to build the slave pens, so that they can be constructed right away." gentle vocals offered up the information accompanied by the roughness of his Slavic accent, and closed with a respectful dip of his head. Once Cael offered a glance between the young man and his master, who only narrowed his eyes at his subordinate in reply, the mottled man slipped away to collect the necessary bodies for the expedition inland. Scarred features lax with an aloofness that took years of training, Absinthe found himself scanning the harried mass of moving bodies yet again. This time, he sought the woman that had accompanied him from the beginning. He finally caught sight of her obsidian pelage, and the flash of sapphire blue that set her apart from the rush of bodies. "Citalá, a word?" he called out before taking a few steps away from the busy workers to limit their interference with the offloading while they talked. STEP IN LINE, EVERYTHING WILL BE JUST FINE |