Servicing

She was accustomed to being the one doing the work around the place. She froze at the Warlord's order, his stern, heavy eyes upon her until she ceased her actions to help, letting him take the scraps from her and Art and head out to bury them. Her belly felt over full and she wondered if she might be sick. Eating so much rich meat all at once can’t be good for her, but it was ingrained to eat what and when she could.

The Warlord returned to them and bid them to sleep. Prompting Art to turn to her and further push his order. [b ]”Yes, My Lord” [/b] she said meekly, straightening out ‘her’ rug with a shake. She settled it besides Art’s - giving him a quick glance to see if he protested - before curling up into a very tight ball in the bed, her toes tucked away, and her tail draped over her nose. “Good night, My Lord” she murmured.


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