11-12-2018, 10:55 PM
[align=center][div style="text-align: justify; width: 55%; font-family: georgia; font-size: 11pt; letter-spacing: -1px; color: grey"]He'd been let out of his cage, finally, finally he got to see light again. But under one condition that he must never look back to his past. That was easy enough said and done for the sha creature as he couldn't remember anything about his life prior and so he had no issues with doing that. There were no significant ties that he could remember so the slave felt as if he was okay right now. After all he had to listen to whatever Stryker said because if he didn't he was sure that pain would follow if he dare speak up or step out of line. After all he already knew his place and he knew better than to do anything like that. He was born to be made a slave, he was born to be molded and shaped however the Ardent saw fit and he wouldn't speak out against that. It wasn't and would never be his place. He'd already finished up much of his duties that day, shifting over cleaning out one of the store houses that held some of the herbal remedies and the like that needed to be trashed when he heard something. At first he hadn't thought much of it because he still had work to do. But as the sound got louder he decided to go and investigate.
He shouldn't have went out there, he shouldn't have ventured out into the jungle to try and see what was going on because all that greeted him was the feeling of hot flames. They scored him, spreading over his back with hot malice that caused the already smoking slave to smoke more unnaturally. His scream lifted up into the air and he turned, running harshly through the forest, blindly looking for something to put him out. He thrashed and slammed against a building, gasping as he rolled in a bucket of water that he had knocked down, extinguishing the fire that had moments before threatened to burn him alive and then without hesitation he screamed out for his master. "STRYKER! FIRE!" For some reason he could feel the collar as if it was chocking him and he turned around only to be greeted with the scent of Typhoon. No. His home was burning....
[member=1738]Stryker[/member]
He shouldn't have went out there, he shouldn't have ventured out into the jungle to try and see what was going on because all that greeted him was the feeling of hot flames. They scored him, spreading over his back with hot malice that caused the already smoking slave to smoke more unnaturally. His scream lifted up into the air and he turned, running harshly through the forest, blindly looking for something to put him out. He thrashed and slammed against a building, gasping as he rolled in a bucket of water that he had knocked down, extinguishing the fire that had moments before threatened to burn him alive and then without hesitation he screamed out for his master. "STRYKER! FIRE!" For some reason he could feel the collar as if it was chocking him and he turned around only to be greeted with the scent of Typhoon. No. His home was burning....
[member=1738]Stryker[/member]