10-02-2018, 11:41 AM
[align=center][div style="text-align: justify; width: 55%; font-family: georgia; font-size: 11pt; letter-spacing: -1px; color: black"]"Perhaps he is not dead yet." Or maybe he might be considering if he had swallowed a lot of that poisoned water on his way down in it. If he vomited it up there might be a chance to save him and the sha had went out of his way to dredge the poor male out of the water as he heard the splash and force yarrow down his throat. If he didn't vomit then he supposed that was a loss for them in a way. But as stunted emotionally as he was becoming he was starting to understand how life worked, how things changed and progressed. Quill was right in thinking that the sha was very much close to his location, he was always around where the much larger hybrid was concerned and his pink marble hues focused on the slave that had decided to make his escape on less quieter terms, if Quill had managed to catch him. A light look of almost pity filled his gaze but it was so flitting that it might have just been a mere trick of the light. "I agree that killing the frog would have been better than...this display. What should we do now? Throw him in the pit? A punishment is due for this I would think..." There was no opinion on slavery that the sha creature had. He was once a slave but hard work had pulled him out of that clogging life and now he was for himself. What he did and strove for was survival and if he would do it by any means necessary.