09-28-2018, 10:55 AM
[align=center][div style="width: 500px; text-align: justify; font-size: 9.4pt; line-height: 1.4;"]Bones was definitely aware of his other options for dealing with Tydeus. Another in his place would've strung his body up on a wall for decoration, or would've handed him over to the rest of the group to have their fun, might've even given them a show beforehand. He didn't disagree with those routes. He'd done it before, and that was just how things were for them. Surviving so long crossed a few wires, made violence entertainment, peace boring. Anything not completely ruthless was interpreted as softening, and if he'd wanted to keep his position at the top, if he'd wanted to keep his group, he would've chosen any option beyond allowing Tyd to sit fed and pretty with fewer and fewer punishments. But he hadn't had a reason. Slaves in the past were continuously disobedient as some kind of death wish, which he'd granted; others burned out and he gave them to the rest of the crew. Tyd could be mouthy, but not as outright rebellious, and he wasn't dragging himself around pitifully just yet.
The choice had been obvious, and misinterpreted by them all, except- could Bones say it was blamed on their misunderstanding? Because Tyd was unlike the other slaves for more than his personality. The lion didn't...like thinking about it. He skirted around every time, because even the slightest acknowledgment was the most terror inducing thing he'd ever faced, and he'd regularly earned scars from people bigger than him who thought they could win. This was different. Tyd was different.
The apology was forced, and his hazel gaze shifted over, considering for a moment if it was worth it to beat a better one out of him. The arrival of a large dog-creature steered his attention away, so without a word to Tyd, Bones faced the stranger. So polite. He almost laughed at it. "You the doormat?" Seemed like a slave, but not quite. Maybe he had been in the past. "Heard there was a group I have shared interests with. Wanted to see for myself."
The choice had been obvious, and misinterpreted by them all, except- could Bones say it was blamed on their misunderstanding? Because Tyd was unlike the other slaves for more than his personality. The lion didn't...like thinking about it. He skirted around every time, because even the slightest acknowledgment was the most terror inducing thing he'd ever faced, and he'd regularly earned scars from people bigger than him who thought they could win. This was different. Tyd was different.
The apology was forced, and his hazel gaze shifted over, considering for a moment if it was worth it to beat a better one out of him. The arrival of a large dog-creature steered his attention away, so without a word to Tyd, Bones faced the stranger. So polite. He almost laughed at it. "You the doormat?" Seemed like a slave, but not quite. Maybe he had been in the past. "Heard there was a group I have shared interests with. Wanted to see for myself."
[align=center][div style="font-size:18.15pt;line-height:.9;color:#000;font-family:impact;padding:8px"]THIS WORLD IS GONNA BURN, BURN BURN BURN[div style="font-size:8.9pt;line-height:1.1;color:#000;font-family:georgia;margin-bottom:5px"][align=center]BONES & RAIDER & & SCARRED LION (REF [url=https://imgur.com/d5POS9f.jpg]1, 2) & OWNS TYDEUS