A rock and a hard place
Hunting Seasonal
Yesterday, 07:37 PM
She moved quickly, her little satchel on her side, a knot tied in it's strap so it would fit her better. Every step Ultyr took was akin to almost five of her own, so she was basically trotting to keep up and stay on his back left side. She was staying close as possible, the fact that he hadn't taken her bag and cartography kit from her and told her those things were useless to a slave had been a relief and she was doing everything in her power to please the man after he had been willing to let her keep them. That included doing exactly as she was, keeping up to him as he tracked the animals he was tracking. She had seen the tracks that had caught his interest and made to follow quickly and stay as light on her feet as she could. She wouldn't mess up his hunt she swore to herself.
She knew little of how to hunt or track. She wasn't a harsh creature or a creature that could kill, not easily. She probably could if her life depended on it, but even then she had no fight in her. That had been beat out of her.
She had no idea his plans aside from returning to Archnemes to take his throne. He had been treating her better than his father had though. Much to her surprise, he had been feeding her almost every day, even forcing her to eat until her stomach visibly stretched. She had no idea why he was so insistent she ate, but she did as he said, eating until it almost made her sick when he told her to eat. She had no idea he was doing it so she would be more fit to hold viable offspring, that he planned to use her to make an army, only that his treatment of her made him probably the best master she would have in her life. Most of the past masters that Aryn had sold her to had been disgusting or abusive, only caring that she could scrub floors or warm a bed, and beating her if she displeased them.
An order from Ultyr had her moving to follow the order faithfully. So long as she kept him happy he wouldn't sell her to someone worse. At least that was her mentality about it. The chill of the air down on this land bridge had her going right for the bush he wanted her to hide in and laying down curling up. Her eye was on the form of the man though, ready to jump up should he need her to do something. His nose was in the air and she watched. A look down the land strip told her she likely wouldn't be waiting long. Though would he be more picky and choosy?
The sound of ducks overhead had her looking up. A small flock, but the thing he was likely to hunt was the creatures on the bridge. A sound caught her attention and her ears went forward and she sat up immediately looking in its direction. A deep bleat. A sound she knew from home! A GOAT!
"Things I Hear"
She knew little of how to hunt or track. She wasn't a harsh creature or a creature that could kill, not easily. She probably could if her life depended on it, but even then she had no fight in her. That had been beat out of her.
She had no idea his plans aside from returning to Archnemes to take his throne. He had been treating her better than his father had though. Much to her surprise, he had been feeding her almost every day, even forcing her to eat until her stomach visibly stretched. She had no idea why he was so insistent she ate, but she did as he said, eating until it almost made her sick when he told her to eat. She had no idea he was doing it so she would be more fit to hold viable offspring, that he planned to use her to make an army, only that his treatment of her made him probably the best master she would have in her life. Most of the past masters that Aryn had sold her to had been disgusting or abusive, only caring that she could scrub floors or warm a bed, and beating her if she displeased them.
An order from Ultyr had her moving to follow the order faithfully. So long as she kept him happy he wouldn't sell her to someone worse. At least that was her mentality about it. The chill of the air down on this land bridge had her going right for the bush he wanted her to hide in and laying down curling up. Her eye was on the form of the man though, ready to jump up should he need her to do something. His nose was in the air and she watched. A look down the land strip told her she likely wouldn't be waiting long. Though would he be more picky and choosy?
The sound of ducks overhead had her looking up. A small flock, but the thing he was likely to hunt was the creatures on the bridge. A sound caught her attention and her ears went forward and she sat up immediately looking in its direction. A deep bleat. A sound she knew from home! A GOAT!
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