tourner dans le vide | struggling

[EROS]

[align=center][div style="text-align: justify; width: 55%; font-family: georgia; font-size: 11pt; letter-spacing: -1px; color: black"]Day by day he toiled and worked, never once thinking about the former life he held back when he was but a simple child. He can hardly remember those days anyway as they were but fleeting passages of time and he didn't want to inspire something that went against the very life and nature provided to him by the Pitt. His life mattered more to him anyway and he wasn't about to jeopardize that in a lethal manner. Though he didn't truly have memories of where he came from all he can remember was how the air moved like thick fluid, a dark face and then he was 5 months old and being taken by the Pitt. Not something he often thought about but he guessed it was just how fate wanted things to be. In his mind his parents were dead after fighting for their very livelihood after he was taken but he push those thoughts away as he stumbled upon the two high members and easily his head bowed. One of them was the leader as he had seen him around quite  bit and so he bowed even lower to show his understanding of things.

Lifting his head up a bit he noticed how weakly he moved, now he sagged his shoulders and he looked like he might fall over any moment. A frown pulled at the slave's muzzle before he settled down slowly, tail still remaining tucked between his legs as he glanced to Melantha after she had spoken. Never speak out of turn and he waited for just a moment before he glanced at Yes Man again though he looked away so that he didn't make any eye contact, pink marble eyes looking to the ground. "I...I could prepared something so that he may relax..." Was his murmured offer to the both of them as he didn't address any of the two directly.