09-23-2018, 07:34 PM
it was these moments, without their master, that moribund was allowed to roam the fortress. it's cooling shade provided shelter from the blistering, vitriolic heat.
the twin's hooves clicked against the cool stone, only pausing with instant alarm, snapping to attention at the arrival of the dweller. they did not know of valkyr-- pausing to take in the sight of the predator, canine in tow.
the slave watched, resisting the urge to curl in on themself in learned subservience; a defense mechanism. but grovelling would do them no good here. they wanted strong slaves. useful slaves. moribund could be useful.
the sheep's left head bit the inside of their cheek in awkward apprehension, only wishing that they had been graced with powers of invisibility or teleportation; if anything, to disappear from that moment.
it was not about the fact of the capture. in this callous, sheer world, they had grown familiar to the captures. the tortures-- familiarized themselves with it long before until it was normalized and expected. it did not make them falter, nor did it make them flinch. but impulses don't change, and old habits die hard. they wanted to be alone; caught up within their old world, and the sight of the predator that sent every fiber in their veins yelping at the prospect of danger certainly did not help much. but they were to be strong; they had gone through much before. they steeled themselves.
the right head's gaze snapped more to focused attention onto the two, crimson blessed gaze flickering with something fiendish and intrigued, while the left swallows for brief silence. tests words on their tongue.
"congratulations on your catch,"they will be nothing but polite. all their life, they have been under one impression. anything too much, and it was bad. curiosity overrides their stiff greeting soon after. "ah, what do you plan to do with him?"
the twin's hooves clicked against the cool stone, only pausing with instant alarm, snapping to attention at the arrival of the dweller. they did not know of valkyr-- pausing to take in the sight of the predator, canine in tow.
the slave watched, resisting the urge to curl in on themself in learned subservience; a defense mechanism. but grovelling would do them no good here. they wanted strong slaves. useful slaves. moribund could be useful.
the sheep's left head bit the inside of their cheek in awkward apprehension, only wishing that they had been graced with powers of invisibility or teleportation; if anything, to disappear from that moment.
it was not about the fact of the capture. in this callous, sheer world, they had grown familiar to the captures. the tortures-- familiarized themselves with it long before until it was normalized and expected. it did not make them falter, nor did it make them flinch. but impulses don't change, and old habits die hard. they wanted to be alone; caught up within their old world, and the sight of the predator that sent every fiber in their veins yelping at the prospect of danger certainly did not help much. but they were to be strong; they had gone through much before. they steeled themselves.
the right head's gaze snapped more to focused attention onto the two, crimson blessed gaze flickering with something fiendish and intrigued, while the left swallows for brief silence. tests words on their tongue.
"congratulations on your catch,"they will be nothing but polite. all their life, they have been under one impression. anything too much, and it was bad. curiosity overrides their stiff greeting soon after. "ah, what do you plan to do with him?"
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