tales of blue and red

Ears clung to his skull and Erys shrunk beneath the King’s mighty stare as he spoke, his words a command. He was to be served well, as Erystotle knew well, there was no reservation for himself. Mind, body, soul… he was broken in and there was no other option. Chimera bought all of him and he would receive his goods. Chimera didn’t have to threaten him, but the promise was well aimed. He knew there was no alternative. ”Yes, your Grace.” He understood completely.

There was no hesitation as Chimera ordered him to follow, his tiny abused paws carried him behind the King, committing everything he was told to memory. He knew not faces but would repeat the names in his mind as he was shown around the structure that held the royal family. Eventually he was led through Chimera’s chambers and into the bath. He could clean up here, and for the first time he noted his terrible appearance. It hadn’t ever mattered before, not when he was just going to be shoved back into the dirt.

His master was already annoyed with his physique, and did offer to help him once. That was more than he had ever been offered before, but it was probably just to keep from having to deal with the whole place being soaked because his slave couldn’t handle the load. ”Thank you, your Highness.” He offered gratefully and bowed his head low, taking note that he would need to keep himself well groomed for his high born master.