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Posted: Tue Aug 24, 2010 4:38 pm
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Mozhgan had managed to wander herself into Balia'azima's path. It wasn't the little slave's fault, but Balia had decided maybe it was. Whatever the case may have been, Balia had watched the little cub stagger about as if something had made her blind temporarily and quirked a head at it. She had heard of events such as these, perhaps the child was a Seer? Like the priests and priestesses in the pride had been.
"Slave!" She said, hoping to startle the cub into awareness. It was obvious the little Na'artu was unaware of the fact that as a slave, if anyone had wanted to say... take a chunk out of her, they could rightly do so, meaning wandering around on her own was probably not the smartest idea in the world.
This was the first time in her life she had ever decided to do anything nice for anyone, but if she walked with the cub it was possible she would be insinuated as the cub's master, giving the silly pale thing some form of protection for now.
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Posted: Tue Aug 24, 2010 5:08 pm
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Posted: Thu Aug 26, 2010 4:18 pm
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Balia looked around quickly to make sure no other demon was about to see her interact with the little pale lioness and as she was sure the two was alone she quickly stalked her way over, a hiss in her voice as she spoke to Mozhgan, "What do you think you're doing walking around alone, cub? Have you not been told you are a slave?"
Looking up once more, Balia forced the cub to stand closely next to her shoving her along harshly. She did not do so to be mean, but she knew that if they did not find a safer location than out in the open, that there was a very big likelihood that the little cub would be noticed and that someone may decide they wanted to use her as target practice, which was common place.
"Walking alone makes you vulnerable," Balia hissed. Even demon cubs on occasion were shoved by their elder counterparts, simply because they could be, so for a slave it was even more dangerous, "Especially being a slave. They could hurt you if they wished."
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Posted: Thu Aug 26, 2010 6:53 pm
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Posted: Sat Oct 16, 2010 10:32 pm
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"How could you not realize you were walking?" Balia asked, rolling her eyes for a moment at the cubs ludicrous statement. I mean, she had heard more ridiculous things come out of other people's mouths before, but the notion that one didn't even know they were moving was a little more unique than the other stupid things she had ever been told.
"We are going back to the dens, where the other Na'artu are. If you're out here by yourself, someone will hurt you worse than if you're with the others. No one might be able to keep you from harm, either. It would be much easier if someone claimed you as their Na'artu, than only they'd be able to hurt you," Balia said, leading off the little cub back towards where the dens were located.
She had seen how some of the lone slaves had been treated, even hearing of one being slaughtered because it looked at a pride member wrong. She did not want that on any Na'artu. Call it what you will, softness, weakness, emotion, but Balia was not one who liked seeing the abuse. Her father did not harm their Na'artu, Koin. In fact, Koin even seemed to care deeply for her father and his children.
"If you were lucky, you'd get a master like my father. He does not harm our Na'artu, Koin," She said quietly, making sure that whichever way they managed to head, they would not meet any demons who were a little more favored towards heavy violence.
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Posted: Mon Oct 18, 2010 7:18 am
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Posted: Tue Oct 19, 2010 2:06 pm
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"No." Balia answered quickly. She wished she could have answered differently, if only so it would brighten the little slave's spirits, but the reality of it was that there weren't many like her father. Her father had scene many things in his life time, and according to the grape vine it changed him greatly from what he had been to what he is now.
"Many will see you as just a slave, not worthy of any kindness or respect. They may not be outright cruel or mean to you, but they will not be nice either, and may not care what does happen to you," She said quietly.
When Balia heard the steps of other demons, she quickly ushered Mozghan into a dense grouping of brush and hid with her, watching as two large, dark and scarred demon's walked by. She leaned towards the little slave as the two large adult demon's stopped for a moment, having some sort of exchange, and whispered to her, "Beware of the greatly scarred ones. They take pride in those marks, and pleasure in the process of getting them. You would not want to be claimed by them."
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Posted: Wed Oct 20, 2010 12:46 pm
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Posted: Thu Oct 21, 2010 10:16 am
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"Would you rather me just drop you off here and let you find your own way back?" Balia retorted, a bit of resentment in her tone as she spoke. She was trying to do something nice and the girl was second-guessing her motives? How rude. Balia almost told the little slave that maybe she was rethinking the idea of taking her home and would instead just drag her off and drop her off alone in the Rogue Lands, but she refrained. A child so dim and suspicious would believe her mean spirited joke.
"I am taking you back to the dens, like I said. I may be a demon, but I'm not liar," Balia said, lying in the process. She was indeed a liar. Half her skills involved lies and deception, and she was awfully proud of them; however, she did not lie about this. The little olive colored cub, with her pretty markings and eyes, she didn't want anything to happen to her and would escort her, like she said she would.
Once the large demons had passed, Balia left the brush in which they had been hiding in. If it was just her, she wouldn't have hidden at all. She could hold her own to an adult if she needed to, having did it once before as a mere cub, but with this slave cub on board? It would end badly for them both if she attempted to protect her, even if she claimed the slave was hers.
Looking around quickly, Balia motioned for Mozghan to come back out from the brush and spoke, "Let's get going. we're half-way to the dens already."
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Posted: Thu Oct 21, 2010 10:53 am
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Posted: Fri Dec 03, 2010 8:09 am
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"...Your apology is accepted," Balia said, trying to disguise the sympathy in her voice for the little olive furball. She was sickeningly sweet and scared, which only furthered Balia's opinion on how adorable she was. These traits were considered weaknesses in the pride, but she couldn't help it. She was cute, and Balia didn't want anything happening to her.
"I am Balia'azima," She said with a slight murmur as she looked ahead. The dens were coming into view, so soon she'd have to stop escorting the cub to them. If she was caught doing so, she herself would be punished. She needed to make it seem as if she was 'playing' with the little slave cub while ushering her to her den. She stopped mid-step and sat, looking to Mozghan.
"We're almost at the dens, Mozghan. I can't be seen escorting you there as if I were protecting you. We'd both be punished for that. Do you know which den is yours by heart?" Balia asked.
If she could get the little slave to make a dash for it and scream as if she was being chased, than Balia could run after her and make it look like she was being chased when really she was looking out for her. While Mozghan was seemingly unclaimed, no one would suspect Balia of protecting her if she attacked anyone who tried to join in on her game. After all, she wasn't known for sharing anyway.
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Posted: Fri Dec 03, 2010 9:49 am
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Mozhgan smiled, infinitely relieved that the older girl didn’t seem to take offense and even bothered to introduce herself. She looked at the den area with caution searching for any dark shapes that might indicate danger. There were a few female adults who seemed far more interested in their own affairs than in the occasional pale cub that sneaked past them and Mozi recognized one smaller shape that she didn’t find quite as frightening.
“Yes it’s that one, I can see my brother Kuen at the entrance.” If her dark sibling was there, Rhaen was most likely also in the den which wasn’t an entirely reassuring prospect. Still, her mother didn’t hurt her and while her judgmental eyes brought a different kind of pain to her two pale cubs, hopefully the den would still be a safe place for the little slaves for a little while longer. She wished Zadok, her slave brother, was inside as well but she seriously doubted it. While Mozi was quick to submit to Kuen’s wishes and managed to avoid pain for the most part, her demon brother was a little harder on Zadok and the little slave tried to avoid the den as much as possible.
She found herself suddenly wishing to stay with the demon girl for a bit longer but Mozi was also afraid of getting into trouble – or worse, getting Balia into trouble! – so the cub just sighed, resigning herself for what was to come while feeling bad for ever doubting the electric-eyed demon. “Thank you for bringing me here.” She spoke softly and quietly, looking up to the demon girl with fierce gratitude and admiration.
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Posted: Wed Jun 29, 2011 3:40 pm
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Posted: Wed Jun 29, 2011 7:54 pm
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