|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
 Posted: Mon Dec 27, 2010 3:24 pm
 They were all he had for conversation... Well, the slaves and the dead in his garden, but those conversations always seemed rather one sided. One could argue that something was better than nothing and that was true, but it was rather difficult for the dead to speak back and if they started, well, maybe he should worry a little bit. Hell, he was off and a bit eccentric, but he wasn't that crazy. Yet, anyways. As far as he could tell. His slaves hadn't said anything, so he didn't have to worry? Well, they probably wouldn't say anything if they valued their hides. Who else would take in a blind cat, after all. And it wasn't like slaves were that regulated. Mishaps happened. Oh, what was he thinking, his mind was spinning 'round again.
The grizzled, dark pelted hound shook his head lightly as he brought himself out of his dizzying, circling ideas and back to what he had been doing in the first place.
He reclined comfortably in his favored, well worn chair, situated within his office. Though it was daytime, the windows of his office were covered and the only light that was offered was from a few lit candles, one none too far from the open book on his desk. He licked a claw and turned one of the pale pages, before dipping his quill in a well of ink and scribbling the first entry on that page.
Aziza - Daughter of Kamilah and Bakari - Third day of the third month, of her twelfth season - Plot 15 South
Yes, she had been a rather pretty thing. Even the milky white film of death hadn't completely hidden what had been striking emerald eyes. Her fur had been, well, fantastic. Dark in color, but when the light hit it just right... She had been wonderful to work on, but now was interred beneath the ground, yet another beautiful flower in his collection. Beautiful even in death. And if he ever wished to see her, well, he could visit her tomb or look over the sketches he had done while she was on the slab.
|
 |
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Tue Dec 28, 2010 1:33 pm
 Eshe entered without thinking, jabbering something about customers and what they did to the house, and that she didn't want to be in trouble for the state of it. Suddenly she shrank back, realizing her gaffe. "Oh, I must have disturbed you! I'm so sorry!!" Shrinking into a ball even tinier than her already-small form, she backed against the wall. "I'msorryI'msorryI'msorry!! I'll never come in without knocking again!!" She had never gotten over her previous master, and she still wasn't sure of this one. While her sibling had toughened, she'd been painfully cowed, and rarely interacted with hounds any more. She'd only come in because she was nervous of punishment, and now, she feared, she might be in worse trouble. She shivered, almost disappearing in the dim light that she couldn't see.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Thu Dec 30, 2010 10:47 am
Oh, one of the blind ones.
He chewed thoughtfully on the feathery tip of his pen, which was well worn from this repeated habit, and turned his single, fiery gaze to the ghostly feline. As annoying as she could be, he almost prized her for her appearance and bad eyes. Hell, hers were worse than his, which pleased him on some level. He tried to be patient with mistakes, however, because he knew well the difficulties of having one's sight taken away partially. Tried was the key word and fortunately, he was still rather chummy from his most recent entry. He smirked slightly as he placed the tome down, open to let Aziza's little note dry, and turned to face the almost frantic Eshe.
"Do forgive them, for they are in the stages of grieving. It can be difficult and messes are expected. It's your job, my little ghostly flower, to clean up after them. Don't forget that, because I really don't wish to spoil my mood due to doling out discipline." He chuckled slightly, which was a deep and almost rumbling sound.
"You realize your error, good-good, now, tell me, what is it you are up to, Eshe?"
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Fri Dec 31, 2010 4:22 pm
Converse? With a hound? The thought had only crossed Eshe's mind in idle moments, and she'd never thought they'd actually do it. She was shocked. On the other hand, his manner and deep voice kind of relaxed her.
She began to ease forward, slowly. She wasn't getting beat up yet, so she supposed it might not happen. "Yes, sir," she said tremulously. "I'll remember that." She seemed to regain some of her former size, though she wasn't so sure about continuing. What was there to tell him that he didn't already know, anyway?
I should say something, at least. Or should I? Her last master was a bit unpredictable, at least to her, which still left her a little unsure of what would be wanted in certain situations. "Well, sir, I've been up to...trying to get the place clean," she hesitated. "M...maybe I should get back to that? It...it doesn't look very good right now," she confessed.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Mon Feb 07, 2011 6:04 pm
"Good."
His first response was rather blunt as he began straightening the desk. The quill settled in the pot and he shuffled some loose papers that he had been reading earlier, before cataloging his most recent victim patient. There wasn't anything too interesting, really, but there was a list of events. None of them were really his ideal idea of fun, but maybe he should give one of them a shot? He wasn't quite sure, but he would think on it. The idea of leaving his abode was both intriguing and unnerving. How long had it been since he had left his home on anything other than business?
Too long, perhaps.
"Does it ever?" Part of him was tempted to simply tell her not to bother, but he suppressed the urge to snap and, instead, stood slowly and pushed his chair in, before he dropped to all fours.
"Tell me, Eshe, have you ever been out in the city? After Zanzibar, or before even?"
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Tue Feb 08, 2011 1:53 pm
"Our chores have been finished Eshe," answered a voice from the dark.
The owner of the voice materialized a moment later, appearing like an entity severed from the surrounding shadow. The cat named Ka stopped when he brushed his sister's shoulder, reassuring her and using her as reference point in where to stand. He bowed in the hound's general direction.
"Good afternoon master Bomani," Ka said, addressing him carefully. "To answer your question, no, neither of us has had the opportunity to be out in the city. Our previous masters prohibited us from going for fear that we would hurt ourselves."
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
