08-18-2018, 01:38 AM
[align=center][div style=" background-color: transparent; border: 0px solid black; width: 540px; min-height: 9px; font-family:timesnewroman; line-height: 110%; text-align: justify; color:; padding: 20px"]For the second time, he'd been given a task by his mas- "boss", Yes Man. The first one had been giving out jobs, and that had went exceptionally well. Even Dante, who usually treated him like a second-rate being, had gone along with it without complaint. Esklav's study of him had not been for nothing after all.
The Pitt suited his list of needs nice enough. He got the more mundane things out of the way (food, water, living quarters) and moved on to ways he could exercise his skills in situations that would not be limited to picking up nearby objects just for show. His Father did love to see him parade about with a plate in his mouth and nowhere to set it down. Now he was dead.
No, he didn't do anything gruesome to him. He was bound by oath not to.
It did not take long to arrive in Sunhaven, for he spent most of it carefully teleporting down a path, resting, and then repeat. What would have been a few days at most was compacted into a full twenty-four hour experience. Esklav met plenty of travelers on the way, although his time to talk was cut short by his tight schedule; being the warpriest of a group, especially one as busy as The Pitt, required nothing but the utmost efficiency. Yes Man could not have picked a better animal for the position.
Or he could. It was not in his mind to question the decisions of his superiors.
"Esklav, from The Pitt. We require assistance." he was an odd fellow, a leopon, his platinum dyed fur streaking here and there with a burnt brown color. His eyes were a light blue ― cold and detached, with an artificial smile that did not quite reach them. As he stood to attention at Sunhaven's border, he did not look astray. Straight-forward. Wait for someone to show. Turn to them. Address them tactfully. You did not reach conclusions with brash behavior. The learned reaction thrummed through him, and he pleasantly danced to the tune of the orders he gave to himself. Anything to keep him from falling too far.
The Pitt suited his list of needs nice enough. He got the more mundane things out of the way (food, water, living quarters) and moved on to ways he could exercise his skills in situations that would not be limited to picking up nearby objects just for show. His Father did love to see him parade about with a plate in his mouth and nowhere to set it down. Now he was dead.
No, he didn't do anything gruesome to him. He was bound by oath not to.
It did not take long to arrive in Sunhaven, for he spent most of it carefully teleporting down a path, resting, and then repeat. What would have been a few days at most was compacted into a full twenty-four hour experience. Esklav met plenty of travelers on the way, although his time to talk was cut short by his tight schedule; being the warpriest of a group, especially one as busy as The Pitt, required nothing but the utmost efficiency. Yes Man could not have picked a better animal for the position.
Or he could. It was not in his mind to question the decisions of his superiors.
"Esklav, from The Pitt. We require assistance." he was an odd fellow, a leopon, his platinum dyed fur streaking here and there with a burnt brown color. His eyes were a light blue ― cold and detached, with an artificial smile that did not quite reach them. As he stood to attention at Sunhaven's border, he did not look astray. Straight-forward. Wait for someone to show. Turn to them. Address them tactfully. You did not reach conclusions with brash behavior. The learned reaction thrummed through him, and he pleasantly danced to the tune of the orders he gave to himself. Anything to keep him from falling too far.