09-18-2018, 06:25 PM
[align=center][div style=" background-color: transparent; border: 0px solid black; width: 540px; min-height: 6px; font-family:; line-height: 110%; text-align: justify; color:; padding: 20px"]The death of a leader was something to mourn, enemy or ally; they surely were a great character to amount to such prime importance in a group of animals. Even so, his face was clearly blank as the demiurge graced the small collection of Pittians with his presence. "A job well done." while he had little interaction with Valkyr, the times that he had seen the former slave all brought back memories of a dawdling halfwit tripping over himself to please whomever stepped his way. Perhaps being on level with his other peers would harden him, he'd thought upon promoting the creature, and it came to no surprise that his expectations proved right; he had done something that not even his tougher comrades-in-arms could manage. There was a pleased uplifting of Esklav's frons as he inspected the male's work.
He idly wondered what Dante would think; the male seemed to be the more outspoken of the members when it came to slaves, and he no doubt would have a thing or two to grumpily shout.
"Blacktide, heel, if you will." the authority's accented voice was soft, but he barely spared his wild son a glance. He would not be using the corpse of the leader in one of his experiments — one, because he had little use for damaged goods, and two, because he figured it would be best to use it for bait. Bait that shan't be disturbed by the jaws of a feral beast, no matter how much he thought he adored his transformed son. "If they want his body, they can trade us for it. We need food. Herbs. A fair trade, i'm sure."
He idly wondered what Dante would think; the male seemed to be the more outspoken of the members when it came to slaves, and he no doubt would have a thing or two to grumpily shout.
"Blacktide, heel, if you will." the authority's accented voice was soft, but he barely spared his wild son a glance. He would not be using the corpse of the leader in one of his experiments — one, because he had little use for damaged goods, and two, because he figured it would be best to use it for bait. Bait that shan't be disturbed by the jaws of a feral beast, no matter how much he thought he adored his transformed son. "If they want his body, they can trade us for it. We need food. Herbs. A fair trade, i'm sure."