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 Posted: Sun Feb 27, 2011 8:14 am
 Akil had quickly grown accustomed to the new slaves’ presence. They had only exchanged a few brief words but so far there didn’t seem to be any troublemakers amongst the new batch. It was with a sense of responsibility – though curiosity might be playing a part in the whole process – that the young cat set out to speak with each of the new slaves in private. If he was to keep the house organized and everyone working in harmony, it was important to know more about them.
“Hello. Tau, right?” Akil said happily when he noticed a slave with wing markings on the sides. With no one else around, this looked like the perfect opportunity to get started.
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Posted: Sun Mar 06, 2011 3:08 am
 Tau-Tau looked up at the approach of the brown-and-white cat, observing him thoughtfully through lidded eyes. This one seemed specially favoured by the Mistress, if he was not mistaken, and regardless, he had been in service in this household longer than Tau-Tau, so it would most likely be a good idea to treat him with some deference.
For some reason, the thought kind of vexed him.
Tau-Tau bowed his head just enough not to be impolite, and avoided eye contact as usual, focusing on the other slave's yellow-metal collar instead.
"Yes. My name is Tau-Tau." He pondered mentioning something about nicknames and what he was sometimes called, but decided to hold off for now, to try to gauge this cat a bit closer before allowing himself to get into small-talk with him. "I'm sorry, I don't remember your name right now, Mr...?"
Using titles between slaves was more unusual than not, in his experience, but it never hurt to be extra polite, at least until you knew who had the ability and inclination to get you whipped and who didn't.
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Posted: Tue Mar 08, 2011 4:30 pm
“Right, Tau-Tau. Mister?” Akil did a funny double take, looking over his shoulder to make sure he was the only one close before continuing. “No, no! Just Akil, no Mr…”
He sat down, intrigued by the other cat’s eyes. His coat was interesting enough but his deep dark eyes were nothing short of intriguing. Even the slave’s name fascinated Akil.
“Just wanted to say welcome home. I think you’ll like it here. The mistress is very nice and your help is most welcome.” He smiled somewhat abashedly. “I kind of talked my way into entering for a competition at the Colosseum and… I’m still a little bruised.”
Anyone who knew Haqikah, however, would know that she wasn’t really that nice and that it was very unlikely that Akil had “talked his way” into doing anything she didn’t want him to do in the first place. In fact, anyone who had seen Haqikah talk to another Hound would consider the possibility that she had most likely led the poor slave to believe that he should enter for the competition but Akil's mind wouldn't allow him to accept that possibility just yet.
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