09-28-2018, 10:20 AM
[align=center][div style="text-align: justify; width: 55%; font-family: georgia; font-size: 11pt; letter-spacing: -1px; color: black"]The large beast was no stranger to slavers and their toys. His own servitude had been spent with his head shoved to the ground and forced to do labor that no other would dare touch. It was the manual labor that was left for the slaves to do. Cleaning, working, building, being punching bags. Any slip ups and there were punishment and even if there weren't any slip ups slaves were the go to for the releasing of anger. Yes, he understood that very well from his former master Dante and how he used to beat him without so much as a glance to see if he had actually done anything wrong. His worse scars had come from the whipping, the lacerations that spread over his back like wildfire, tore open his back with angry lacerations and in the end he'd been out of his mind with pain and delirious. He was grateful for those that had helped him in that time but he had to find his own way when they had moved off to live somewhere else. A slave that was left behind was normal, natural. If they couldn't make it then what use were they? Even now the tiger sized canine carried wounds on his form from a recent fight. Body tense as pain leaked it's way through his torn shoulder and slit skin on his side and flank.
Though a limp wasn't evident anymore since he was healing but the only reason he was out here now was because he had heard voices. His sense spread out far beyond the norm that allowed him to listen to the thudding of well hearts and the sliding of blood through veins. He hadn't eaten in a while and he sighed lowly before he came over a rise and spotted the two males. His gaze wept over the both of them, pink marble hues focused on the cream-pink lion for a moment as the vocals of 'sorry' reached his ears. Tilting his head a little the sha stepped forward as that ominous smoke swirled around his form, forked tail sliding against the ground as he lifted his collared neck up just slightly. The former slave would watch them with slight intrigue before he settled down then. "Can I help you...? His voice trailed off softly, not bothered by the wind that threw up sand or the desert heat. He'd lived here too long for that.
Though a limp wasn't evident anymore since he was healing but the only reason he was out here now was because he had heard voices. His sense spread out far beyond the norm that allowed him to listen to the thudding of well hearts and the sliding of blood through veins. He hadn't eaten in a while and he sighed lowly before he came over a rise and spotted the two males. His gaze wept over the both of them, pink marble hues focused on the cream-pink lion for a moment as the vocals of 'sorry' reached his ears. Tilting his head a little the sha stepped forward as that ominous smoke swirled around his form, forked tail sliding against the ground as he lifted his collared neck up just slightly. The former slave would watch them with slight intrigue before he settled down then. "Can I help you...? His voice trailed off softly, not bothered by the wind that threw up sand or the desert heat. He'd lived here too long for that.