Life is better with a book
Ultyr
Yesterday, 04:16 PM
She lead them further into the lands. She knew Ultyr was not too far. They had swam to the island she had found while skirting a pack border. The structure here had her padding slowly, eye on everything and anything. The broken windows, the decrepit state of it, was sad. It was as if whoever built it had perished and no one had cared to keep the buildings cared for.
A part of her resonated with the building. She knew non-love and the feeling of being someone's trash. She also knew what it was like to lose everything. This building stood alone on the island and away from the main lands. She had seen the building in the distance from the main land and had almost wanted to beg to see it. Her courage to look upon Ultyr had vanished though and she was back to her habitual ways. Did he know that she enjoyed exploring? That she missed things she had had before Archnemes? Her fur had been cleaned by the ocean now but she still wanted a good soak in hot water. That was something she missed.
She padded through the building after finding a place she could slip in through. Her pace halting and the sound of her nails silencing as her eyes fell upon a shelf that almost touched the ceiling. There was alot in this place but that had her attention the most. Trinkets and knickknacks lined it but the thing her eye zeroed in on was nothing like a collectible or the half destroyed toys. A bag with its contents half strewn across the floor. She moved to it, paw daintily lifting the flap of the bag and eye on the contents. A brush tool, a compass tool, and charcoal! And the best treasure of it all, a thick book, bound in red leather with a golden tassel hanging out of it. The excitement of her find had her tail swaying and her face lighting up with the emotion. She grabbed the book tenderly in her jaws and drug it out careful not to puncture the binding, lowering herself and laying it between her legs, cracking it open right then and there.
She flipped silently through it, eye soaking up the contents. It was speaking of the continent, of its flora, faunas and even the climates! Her lips spread open and a huge grin plastered upon her face. At about halfway through there were blank pages! She could draw her own maps in it! Could track the stars and even chart them in it! Her tail went from gentle swaying to a full wag as she adjusted her hips for better comfort and started to turn the pages back to the first so she could go more thoroughly through them.
"Things I Hear"
A part of her resonated with the building. She knew non-love and the feeling of being someone's trash. She also knew what it was like to lose everything. This building stood alone on the island and away from the main lands. She had seen the building in the distance from the main land and had almost wanted to beg to see it. Her courage to look upon Ultyr had vanished though and she was back to her habitual ways. Did he know that she enjoyed exploring? That she missed things she had had before Archnemes? Her fur had been cleaned by the ocean now but she still wanted a good soak in hot water. That was something she missed.
She padded through the building after finding a place she could slip in through. Her pace halting and the sound of her nails silencing as her eyes fell upon a shelf that almost touched the ceiling. There was alot in this place but that had her attention the most. Trinkets and knickknacks lined it but the thing her eye zeroed in on was nothing like a collectible or the half destroyed toys. A bag with its contents half strewn across the floor. She moved to it, paw daintily lifting the flap of the bag and eye on the contents. A brush tool, a compass tool, and charcoal! And the best treasure of it all, a thick book, bound in red leather with a golden tassel hanging out of it. The excitement of her find had her tail swaying and her face lighting up with the emotion. She grabbed the book tenderly in her jaws and drug it out careful not to puncture the binding, lowering herself and laying it between her legs, cracking it open right then and there.
She flipped silently through it, eye soaking up the contents. It was speaking of the continent, of its flora, faunas and even the climates! Her lips spread open and a huge grin plastered upon her face. At about halfway through there were blank pages! She could draw her own maps in it! Could track the stars and even chart them in it! Her tail went from gentle swaying to a full wag as she adjusted her hips for better comfort and started to turn the pages back to the first so she could go more thoroughly through them.
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.
4 hours ago
She knew Ultyr was still close, he seemed to always be, but his movement caught her ears and she looked up from the book only to look back down with a blush on her cheeks as he placed himself over her. Would he say something about books being useless to a slave? That slaves shouldn't worry about reading? She'd been caught having an excitement over a small thing and she wasn't certain how he would react. She knew how his father would have, a memory flitting in her mind of when she'd had a book ripped from her and a beating for daring to "steal" a book even though another had lent it to her, she suspected on purpose to see her punished. She'd suffered a broken rib that day and hadn't looked at another book since. His words had been harsh that day. According to king Aryn a slave wasted their potential having intelligence beyond what they were told to do.
Guilt played on her face at having been caught with a book and her tail stilled. When his paw touched her cheek she tensed, half expecting anger or a slap from him for daring to do something without permission. His gentleness however brought that tension to relax from her and a sigh of breath to pass her lips. A small wag to her tail returning. Then he was placing the bag on her and tying it's strap around her to shorten it, her eye looking down at the book and it's words again. Her ears pressed toward him though. Then his nose on her ear sent heat to her cheek once more, their position intimate. The stale dusty air was doing nothing she knew to muffle scents.
Then a thump had both their attention. Her eye cutting to the beast. A blink at it. How did a snake manage to become so large? She waited for him to move and once he was moved she closed the book and slid it back into her bag, moving the cartography equipment back into it, it weight the bag down but thankfully Ultyr had tied it so it wouldn't drag and would sit on her side. She was more than aware he wanted her to stay away but she would still watch and make certain he didn't end up needing the help. She moved to a spot on the other end of the shelf and hopped up inside a shelf that was mostly empty, her head leaning out of the shelf and eye on him and the serpent.
"Things I Hear"
Guilt played on her face at having been caught with a book and her tail stilled. When his paw touched her cheek she tensed, half expecting anger or a slap from him for daring to do something without permission. His gentleness however brought that tension to relax from her and a sigh of breath to pass her lips. A small wag to her tail returning. Then he was placing the bag on her and tying it's strap around her to shorten it, her eye looking down at the book and it's words again. Her ears pressed toward him though. Then his nose on her ear sent heat to her cheek once more, their position intimate. The stale dusty air was doing nothing she knew to muffle scents.
Then a thump had both their attention. Her eye cutting to the beast. A blink at it. How did a snake manage to become so large? She waited for him to move and once he was moved she closed the book and slid it back into her bag, moving the cartography equipment back into it, it weight the bag down but thankfully Ultyr had tied it so it wouldn't drag and would sit on her side. She was more than aware he wanted her to stay away but she would still watch and make certain he didn't end up needing the help. She moved to a spot on the other end of the shelf and hopped up inside a shelf that was mostly empty, her head leaning out of the shelf and eye on him and the serpent.
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.