09-22-2019, 02:09 AM
i'm the treasure
[align=center]code by spacexual
an unfortunate habit that auggie had dug himself into, always offering services first despite in the presence of a liberator. it was best to have that habit, though, if any were to survive long. proving worth was just as important as completing tasks. besides from their regular hunting, the terrier did enjoy leisure bouts of it. fishing was definitely one of them.
"crocs? we have those here?" he looked up, narrowed eyes in disbelief. "i've never heard of crocs around here. trust me, they would've tried feeding me to it." auggie grinned, laughing at his own joke. noticing kydobi following, they began to make actual effort in directing them toward where water sources may be.
the marauders next words were only semi-listened to in the beginning, pondering if this was an attempt to make him participate in the war. he had never quite thought about fighting. if he would. if he even should. what would they d if slaves fought their freedom-fighters? abandon them? it was the first thought to come to mind...
but then he continued to go on. becoming an actual pittian. leaving the slaves quarters and excelling beyond them. for a moment, his heart fluttered. it nearly flew right out his chest before he cut it short. "i wouldn't." august answered sadly, breathing out a sharp exhale. "if i let myself become your equal, then i become just as bad as the others. then i become a slaver. i'll be the enemy's target. i… i'm not looking to be a target." he already was as it is, but at least he knew the devils that roamed the pitt. august knew next to nothing about the typhoon save for their pirate lineage. tanglewood was briefly described as swamp dwellers. and the elysium were fighters for justice. brief summaries but nothing else.
"a personal slave though... to you?" august stopped, looking up at the jaguar with a new lightened expression. he was confident in kydobi's promises to him. he had acted on them before already while owing him nothing. "i… well, i suppose if jervis allows it. what would you want me to do? just live amongst everyone? no chores? oh! would i get a bed, too?"
his excitement raised with each question, leaning up on their toes almost unable to contain it.
"crocs? we have those here?" he looked up, narrowed eyes in disbelief. "i've never heard of crocs around here. trust me, they would've tried feeding me to it." auggie grinned, laughing at his own joke. noticing kydobi following, they began to make actual effort in directing them toward where water sources may be.
the marauders next words were only semi-listened to in the beginning, pondering if this was an attempt to make him participate in the war. he had never quite thought about fighting. if he would. if he even should. what would they d if slaves fought their freedom-fighters? abandon them? it was the first thought to come to mind...
but then he continued to go on. becoming an actual pittian. leaving the slaves quarters and excelling beyond them. for a moment, his heart fluttered. it nearly flew right out his chest before he cut it short. "i wouldn't." august answered sadly, breathing out a sharp exhale. "if i let myself become your equal, then i become just as bad as the others. then i become a slaver. i'll be the enemy's target. i… i'm not looking to be a target." he already was as it is, but at least he knew the devils that roamed the pitt. august knew next to nothing about the typhoon save for their pirate lineage. tanglewood was briefly described as swamp dwellers. and the elysium were fighters for justice. brief summaries but nothing else.
"a personal slave though... to you?" august stopped, looking up at the jaguar with a new lightened expression. he was confident in kydobi's promises to him. he had acted on them before already while owing him nothing. "i… well, i suppose if jervis allows it. what would you want me to do? just live amongst everyone? no chores? oh! would i get a bed, too?"
his excitement raised with each question, leaning up on their toes almost unable to contain it.
i'm the prize