Byu knew two things for certain: his name had been called, and the attack called off. For now. It was a stretch of a good sign, but one all the same, and it was all he needed to be certain of one more day. Even if it truly would be one of his last.
Beaten and bruised, the lion found his footing as soon as he could and proceeded to wait for their next move. Dark eyes followed the Muvukol departure, found the frightened forms of his fellow slaves, those who had been called forward like himself and even those who remained in line, before it at last fell to the one who had spoken of him...
Wait. It was all he could do.
((TY FOR THE ORP! <333))
