08-27-2018, 02:28 PM
[align=center][div style=" background-color: transparent; border: 0px solid black; width: 540px; min-height: 9px; font-family:GAINSBORO; line-height: 110%; text-align: justify; color:; padding: 20px"]The Pitt was a magnet for tortured souls.
He would not labeled himself tortured... to anyone else, perhaps his former predicament were tell-tale signs of an abusive parental figure manipulating a poor creature into slavery, but to him it was normal. Expected. He deserved it, because he was not the standard creature, and mortals had a penchant for not understanding things that were unlike them. Just another reason to feel his blood curdle slightly, the disgust palpable behind a ice-blue mask and worn smile, whenever they treated him brashly. He may understand it - empathize with it - but that did not mean he took to it like a lapdog.
Esklav had not experienced much pain in his life. He could not imagine dealing with it. He heard it was awful.
The warpriest had been wandering about the drab market district inspecting the wares of humbled merchants. None of them were very good. Why would they be when The Pitt mainly focused on the trafficking of slaves? No matter. As he was just leaving an eager dog hell-bent on having him buy a hunk of metal he claimed came from the moon, he spotted Dante. And where Dante tented to be, trouble followed. "Sire, if you could remove yourself from the situation, that would be most appreciated." the warpriest would politely order, his eyes flitting to the panicked shape of Cosette. She was smaller than him, but her breed was fierce. A serval. "Madame, focus on my voice and temper your breathing. It's okay to be fearful."
Father had often suffered from seizures, causing him to reach out to books for a possible cure. If he was right, she was having a panic attack. Nasty things, but not troublesome at all if one was in their right mind to treat it well. Luckily for her, he had enough medical experience to help. Esklav made it his duty to be knowledgeable in all fields possible. He had been made to be efficient, after all.
He would not labeled himself tortured... to anyone else, perhaps his former predicament were tell-tale signs of an abusive parental figure manipulating a poor creature into slavery, but to him it was normal. Expected. He deserved it, because he was not the standard creature, and mortals had a penchant for not understanding things that were unlike them. Just another reason to feel his blood curdle slightly, the disgust palpable behind a ice-blue mask and worn smile, whenever they treated him brashly. He may understand it - empathize with it - but that did not mean he took to it like a lapdog.
Esklav had not experienced much pain in his life. He could not imagine dealing with it. He heard it was awful.
The warpriest had been wandering about the drab market district inspecting the wares of humbled merchants. None of them were very good. Why would they be when The Pitt mainly focused on the trafficking of slaves? No matter. As he was just leaving an eager dog hell-bent on having him buy a hunk of metal he claimed came from the moon, he spotted Dante. And where Dante tented to be, trouble followed. "Sire, if you could remove yourself from the situation, that would be most appreciated." the warpriest would politely order, his eyes flitting to the panicked shape of Cosette. She was smaller than him, but her breed was fierce. A serval. "Madame, focus on my voice and temper your breathing. It's okay to be fearful."
Father had often suffered from seizures, causing him to reach out to books for a possible cure. If he was right, she was having a panic attack. Nasty things, but not troublesome at all if one was in their right mind to treat it well. Luckily for her, he had enough medical experience to help. Esklav made it his duty to be knowledgeable in all fields possible. He had been made to be efficient, after all.