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Ultyr
09-19-2024, 06:33 PM
She didn't mean to make him upset with her, she really didn't mean to hold him up. His disdain for her was a known thing in her eyes. She wasn't pretty or the best at anything. She was discarded trash. Left to die, to rot with the rest of the used things the demon king had kept and discarded.
She had tried her best and still was to not disappoint her new master. She didn't wish for pain so why would she? Her eyes wandered still, blind eye seeing nothing but still working in tandem with her good eye. "Sit here." His gruff voice left no room for debate. Not that she would of. She had lost all hope of help and rescue long ago. Her haunches lowered and she sat delicately, body thin from months of barely getting what she needed for food. Her little triangle auds perked at the sound of the island chickens. A tidbit she could file away for later. Her stomach growled at the thought of possible food, but she didn't think any would be for her. She was after all lucky to even get to lick the ground of scraps since her enslavement.
She kept her eyes on the sands as she listened to Ultyr move off. Once he was gone she lifted her eye to observe more. A deep breath was brought in as she let the relief of being left alone for the moment settle on her. She took the moment to take in even more of the land. There were some islands she could see in the distance and she loathed the idea of having to swim to them, the waves would likely be strong enough to take her out to sea if she didn't be careful. She wondered if drowning would be a gentle death. Would Ultyr let her drown? She doubt it. His father had for some reason seen her as useful once and if she had learned anything in her time as a slave, it was that if you were still breathing and useful then the masters wanted you alive. Her eye cast to the sun for a moment, squinting against its brightness. It was hot here but she didn't mind right now. With a wet pelt it kind of felt nice especially with the ocean breeze.
Another pain hit and she flinched and tucked her chin. She could deal with a lot, but the internal pain really didn't feel great. She held back tears as the pain wracked her, only for her to lower herself. She curled up into herself and waited. She wouldn't move. This was where she was told to stay and so she would. Though nothing had been said about her not taking in the land for now.
"Things I Hear"
She had tried her best and still was to not disappoint her new master. She didn't wish for pain so why would she? Her eyes wandered still, blind eye seeing nothing but still working in tandem with her good eye. "Sit here." His gruff voice left no room for debate. Not that she would of. She had lost all hope of help and rescue long ago. Her haunches lowered and she sat delicately, body thin from months of barely getting what she needed for food. Her little triangle auds perked at the sound of the island chickens. A tidbit she could file away for later. Her stomach growled at the thought of possible food, but she didn't think any would be for her. She was after all lucky to even get to lick the ground of scraps since her enslavement.
She kept her eyes on the sands as she listened to Ultyr move off. Once he was gone she lifted her eye to observe more. A deep breath was brought in as she let the relief of being left alone for the moment settle on her. She took the moment to take in even more of the land. There were some islands she could see in the distance and she loathed the idea of having to swim to them, the waves would likely be strong enough to take her out to sea if she didn't be careful. She wondered if drowning would be a gentle death. Would Ultyr let her drown? She doubt it. His father had for some reason seen her as useful once and if she had learned anything in her time as a slave, it was that if you were still breathing and useful then the masters wanted you alive. Her eye cast to the sun for a moment, squinting against its brightness. It was hot here but she didn't mind right now. With a wet pelt it kind of felt nice especially with the ocean breeze.
Another pain hit and she flinched and tucked her chin. She could deal with a lot, but the internal pain really didn't feel great. She held back tears as the pain wracked her, only for her to lower herself. She curled up into herself and waited. She wouldn't move. This was where she was told to stay and so she would. Though nothing had been said about her not taking in the land for now.
2/3 explore a new area
Ultyr as her current master may enter any of her threads as he sees fit, and is likely lurking somewhere near her regardless of his prescience in her threads.