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Author: Craven |
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Date Posted: 20:20:52 05/09/05 Mon In reply to: Hannelore 's message, "Negative Rose" on 19:35:24 05/09/05 Mon glance raising from his books, a small boy silently approaching, Crevan waits for his words. pools piercing deep the soul of any that stood before him. an evil air hanging about his presence like a mist. the room he was in darker then the rest a study with just enough light to read by. the child fearfully kneeling before him in silences. speak up boy! temper flashing as he glares at the panic stricken slave. slaves having no name and little worth in his eyes. a mere animal that did as he commanded and saw fit for him to do. the slave trembling as he spits out the message he was sent to deliver. the weakest and most miserable slaves left to face Crevans violent wrath often to never appear again. no value placed upon the ones that worked so lowly a position though he favored his breeders and entertainers the selling of slaves a good profit in his mind. master.... they come with the girl you bought. trying to steady his voice knowing that the quivers of fear only brought about the kings amusement. well go bring them here! growled tone an order that would not be refused, dead sure to come should it be. no compassion nor mercy shown to those that could not even get their jobs right. after all what good was a slave that could not perform as it should. stormy glance following after the fleeing child as he shakes his head slightly. having put up with the boy much longer them most as it was the son of one of his more profitable servants. the difference between servant and slave also making an impact in his eyes. marking his page and putting it aside he glances to the thin long windows that adorned the lower parts of the castle. the sun almost setting and the newest addition to his slaves just arriving. a word sure to be spoke to the men bring her in. racing from the room in terror, pools wide the little six year old boy almost collides with another slave his sorry and excuses sure to be heard before any actually saw him. dark brown hair wild upon his head when he made it to the guards side slowing just in time not to crash into them and be punished for yet another mistake. a glare given him in warning though the guards said nothing. The King wishes you to bring her to the study. words still trembling though he now having given the message slinks off life intact for yet another day. his posture that of a whipped dog, tail between legs. tears obviously having been in his eyes though he had not allowed it to show. his figure swiftly melting into the dark, an example of what the King would not tolerate. [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ] |
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