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 Posted: Sun Sep 30, 2012 1:00 pm
This was better than being a Hyena's slave though, that was or darn sure. No more being forced to go hunting or whatever for some grumpy old hyena. Or be the old brats companion on trips out to find more slaves. Kijani hated that part the most, being forced to trick unsuspecting wild dogs to join her in returning to the Hyena's pack, under lock and key basically. Kija was the bait and her old mistress was the slave driver. She always felt like such a bad creature after helping to capture more dogs to be unwilling slaves.
She sort of missed the life though. She had no idea how to really protect herself. Back as a slave, the hyena's didn't let anyone but themselves pick on her, now, anyone could, and did pick on her. She missed that protection she got from being a slave, even though freedom looked nice from far away, up close it was a hard life and Kija's skinny form proved that.
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Posted: Sun Sep 30, 2012 5:05 pm
 Bousvor had allowed himself to be talking into going on a viking trip. Just a small one to scout around for prey mostly. The captain had spoken jokingly of thralls, but he felt there wouldn't be much in the way of that opportunity. Especially for him. He was alright with that though. Bousvor was ready to wait for the right moment.
The quiet male had gone off from the group, mostly to explore a bit, while they rested. He had been surprised to find the group of reavers weren't the only ones out. It seemed foolish for one to be so close. Bousvor would have thought by now that everyone in the area not already a thrall would know to keep their distance because of roving bands. Now he was laying in a semi shady spot watching a blindingly white wild dog. Was she stupid or simply ignorant?
Finally he couldn't stand it any longer. Bousvor rose to his feet and made himself visible as he made his way toward the female. He gave a soft rumbling to announce his presence, "hello."
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Posted: Mon Oct 01, 2012 6:44 am
She was indeed ignorant. She knew nothing of any prides besides the Pridelands. She had never heard of Stormborn, no one had warned her. A squeak left her throat as the white maned lion made himself known to her. She jumped up from trying to root around in a small hole, looking for something to eat and began to look around, seeing if there were more lions she hadn't caught sight, scent or sound of. Being a Hyena slave had made her a bit uncomfortable around lions. Not that any of them had ever attacked her, but still, they were massive creatures, especially this one.
"Hello!" She called back, trying not to look as terrified as she felt, and likely failed miserably at it. Her legs shook slightly and her tail curled under herself. "I'm not... intruding on your pride lands am I? I really had no idea there were lions here, I can go, no problem, if I'm trespassing. I don't want any fights." She was frozen in place as he made his way toward her. She only hoped his calm demeanor would persist, she really did not want any trouble, she was simply lost, and a bit hungry.
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Posted: Tue Oct 02, 2012 2:23 pm
His green eyes noted the way she reacted to his presence. Bousvor gave the wild dog a soft purr to sooth her. He moved close enough that they could speak without shouting and laid down. Proving that he wasn't out to get her. Having her bolt or make a fuss wasn't what he wanted.
"Pardon me lady. Please keep your voice down. The others of my band are not far away and may come to investigate noises." The large male slowly shook his head. "We are not on the lands claimed by the stormborn thankfully. However I came to warn you, and its good that I have as you do not appear to know the area." He said kindly. Bousvor took a moment to watch her then gestured with a paw.
"Please sit? Make yourself comfortable. This whole area is not safe. The stormborn send out parties to raid and gather supplies. Should one find you, they'd capture you and make you a thrall. You'd be a slave for the pride and someone might have you work for them, or just the pride in general. If you wish to avoid that I can tell you where we are headed and where you will be relatively safe." His voice was low and urgent. He'd already spoken more now than he normally did in a day. However, he didn't want to see an unwilling creature made into a thrall against their will.
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Posted: Thu Oct 04, 2012 8:54 am
Thrall? Slave? That sounded familiar, but this lion... he was warning her? She shifted between paws a moment, before sitting and lowering her head as she eyed him a moment before speaking softly. "A slave to lions?" She considered this. Hyena's were worse than lions. Sure, Kija had been beaten up by Pridelanders before for sneaking into their lands for the Hyena she was born under, but, they never seemed to want to kill or hurt her, they simply did it to try and persuade her not to come back. Lions couldn't be worse than hyenas, especially not this lion, since he seemed to want to protect her from slavery if she so chose to run.
"And how do you treat your thralls? Are they fed and given shelter most of the time?" The prospect seemed very ideal, really. She had been hungry and cold, no place to seek shelter and no kills that weren't stolen. Kija was a terrible loner and any who looked hard enough could see that under her fluff, she was as thin as a board. Being a thrall, if it meant food and shelter, even if she had to work for it, was much more appealing than being a rogue and starving to deal or dying from exposure.
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Posted: Thu Oct 04, 2012 3:39 pm
Bousvor relaxed as she didn't scream, or try to run away. She didn't do anything to attract attention to them. He nodded at her question. Lions ruled the pride, and wouldn't allow others to take over. Though her probing questions caused him a moment of surprise. He took a closer look at her. Judging by her questions, she may have had some experience with this.
"Decently as far as I know. Depends upon master." Bousvor felt that there was a slight variation in how each lion treated thralls assigned to him or her, but for the most part all were treated well. He did frown as she asked about food and shelter. Had she been deprived off those before? "All the time," he said a bit more sternly than he might have intended. "I assure it."
He was already planning that if she joined the pride to become a thrall, he would personally see that she had a good master, or he would take her himself. Bousvor was positive he could find someone nice.
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Posted: Thu Oct 11, 2012 7:27 am
Food, all the time? And he was good enough to assure her of this? She could feel her stomach growl at the prospect of a warm place to sleep, away from the elements and food. Even if it wasn't a lot, she was a wild dog, it didn't take much to fill her up. Her tail wagged slowly as she thought about all he had said. It seemed almost too good to be true, but why would a lion lie to her? If he wanted a slave and didn't care how he got it, or how it would be treated he could have easily swung a massive paw at her and then dragged her back. She wasn't very big after all, even compared to other dogs.
"May I come with you to your pride then? I don't cause trouble and I can do pretty much anything I'm told." She finally asked after a while. Her voice was a bit high and even though she tried to hide her desperation, it showed through. Becoming a slave for lions wasn't a horrible prospect after having been one for Hyena's. Especially if this one was her new master, or he picked one for her. He seemed kind and trustworthy. She didn't get the hint he was lying to her.
Besides, even if they weren't all as nice as this lion, the promise of food and shelter was enough to let her forgive any cruelty she might encounter. With a full belly she could handle some abuse. She had been raised to be no stranger to it, so that wasn't an issue.
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Posted: Wed Oct 17, 2012 11:54 pm
He watched her from the corner of his eyes as she digested his short sentances. It would be easy to say that she just wanted to learn about the pride before she went on her way. Perhaps so she could warn others. Instead her question stunned him. Just like that. She wanted to join? Bousvor tried to keep his jaw from hanging open. Well!
"Are you sure you wish to do this? Once you join I don't think you'll be able to leave again." He looked at her sympathetically. Wondering what her life had been like that she would jump at the chance for what he offered. If this is truly what she wanted, then he would not stop her. He would be around the pride now and then to insure that she was well treated.
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Posted: Fri Oct 26, 2012 6:32 am
Kijani smiled at the lion, not a cheerful bright smile, one that showed she was tired and worn out. "I've known no other life than one of servitude. Working for your pride as a thrall would be better than starving to death out on my own." She said softly. The dog meant it though, she had no where to go, no idea of what she could do. She was so use to serving, she knew not how to fend for herself. While hunting was a skill she could manage, she had no way to defend herself. She'd grown up being taught that being submissive and rolling over was better than fighting back, that and she lacked the spirit to be aggressive.
"I just want a place where I can be helpful, where I can do what I know what to do and where I will be watched out for. I can't cut it out here on my own. So it's either go back with you, or try to find the Elephant graveyard Hyena pack and become their kick around slave again, but I don't even know where they are from here." She had the grim thought she might die before she could even find them again, and had no clue there might be packs out there that would take her in, and even if they did, where would they be? Would she survive much longer with so little food in her belly? This seemed liked the best option. She knew how to serve and would be rewarded by this pride with food and a warm place to curl up at night.
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Posted: Thu Nov 01, 2012 10:26 pm
L1m3_gr33n_sh4rp13 You can do a wrap up post if you'd like.
"Come I will take you back to the group, and we will care for you until we return to the pride." His eyes promised her he would do it. Slowly he rose to his feet and walked back along the trail. Wirely it occurred to him what the others of his party might think as he walked back with a tame wild dog on only his second viking.
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Posted: Wed Nov 07, 2012 6:04 am
Kija had no desire to return to the Hyena's either, especially not when this lion was willing to take care of her, and she would gladly repay him by being a well behaved thrall. She only hoped his promise wasn't a rouse, but even so, food and shelter was too good a promise for her to get suspicious.
"Thank you." She murmured softly. The painted dog was quite sure she may have died out here if he hadn't come upon her and taken her in as a Thrall. She may have been a poor hunter, but she had other talents, like being quick and quiet, following orders well and she was decent at gathering things if given a good description of them. She hoped to prove her worth to this lion pride and be accepted as a Thrall that wasn't worthless and hopefully avoid the beatings she was use to receiving under the hyenas.
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