Annchen
Haqikah was not impressed. At all. She wasn't the cleanliest of creatures when left to her own devices, but she expected better from her servants. The filth in the kitchen was off putting to say the least. The wealth the house, art and furniture represented was something out of the ordinary, that was for sure, but she was insulted by the way they had all been received tonight. A creeping doubt was nagging at her. Had this hound merely invited them here to show them what he had and they lacked? Was this appalling reception just a way to mock them for coming? She was still keeping her face under control, even if it was frozen in an aloof mask at the moment.
Hopefully this was all a misunderstanding, she thought as she wandered with the others towards the shed. The hound of the house might have run into some urgent business that needed tending to, and then trusted his slaves to receive the guests. He might be a lovely gentleman with some bad luck with his newest slaves. She didn't believe her own reasoning, but she hoped she was right.
Hopefully this was all a misunderstanding, she thought as she wandered with the others towards the shed. The hound of the house might have run into some urgent business that needed tending to, and then trusted his slaves to receive the guests. He might be a lovely gentleman with some bad luck with his newest slaves. She didn't believe her own reasoning, but she hoped she was right.
Sands of War
As the hounds enter the garden they see a lone figure, surrounded by....gravestones. This is a garden of graves!
As you approach the figure steps forward into the moonlight, revealing a hound that is blind in one eye. The hound cocks his head and looks at you with its good eye.
"I see you looking at my eye," the hound muses rather quietly. "Everyone always does. Yes, yes I received this in a very trying battle with a lion." It chuckles slightly, "It has since become my favorite organ to work with."
Seeing the look of sheer disgust on your face the master's lip curls back slightly. "I have a very important job here." The hound jerks his head towards the stones surrounding him. "Would they be at peace without the likes of me? Who would deny me if I want to experiment ever so slightly before I lay thee to thine rest."
Suddenly shrugging the conversation off it says, "I hope you enjoyed visiting my humble home. Please keep me in mind when..." it smiles darkly, "The time comes for you to join the flowers in my garden."
As you approach the figure steps forward into the moonlight, revealing a hound that is blind in one eye. The hound cocks his head and looks at you with its good eye.
"I see you looking at my eye," the hound muses rather quietly. "Everyone always does. Yes, yes I received this in a very trying battle with a lion." It chuckles slightly, "It has since become my favorite organ to work with."
Seeing the look of sheer disgust on your face the master's lip curls back slightly. "I have a very important job here." The hound jerks his head towards the stones surrounding him. "Would they be at peace without the likes of me? Who would deny me if I want to experiment ever so slightly before I lay thee to thine rest."
Suddenly shrugging the conversation off it says, "I hope you enjoyed visiting my humble home. Please keep me in mind when..." it smiles darkly, "The time comes for you to join the flowers in my garden."
Haqikah wasn't sure how to react and her jaw worked silently before she composed herself and shut her mouth with an audible click. The party died almost as soon as the master of the house revealed himself, and the guests started to drop off. "Guests" Ha! They had been invited and then paraded around in a large sinister house as if they were puppets paraded around for this unpleasant hounds enjoyment. His only redeeming quality was his apparent wealth, but even that failed to impress Haqikah in her current state. She was starting to get really pissed off, and a lady should never have to be pissed off.
It wasn't right, it wasn't proper and most importantly - it was decidedly unhealthy for the offending party. Her first impulse (after the chock started to wear off) was to slink off with the other hounds, but she needed to direct all her anger and frustration at something. Or someone.
"The least you could do," she said calmly, but very coldly, "Is to offer your name like a polite canine."