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 Posted: Thu Dec 04, 2008 11:48 am
Xee felt nervouse. If not for the fact she was back in the House where her nightmare possibly still lived, but for the additional fact that she had learned some unsettling truths about herself. She felt a return of the anger she had felt initially. There were so many things to consider now! Xee reached down to place a hand upon the whip that comfortably rested against her hip and thigh. How much more had been with held from her? How many other secrets had been hidden from her?
She felt angry. She felt cheated. She did not like the fact she could not claim her bloodright. All because 'Her Matron' did not want offspring from her younger sisters line. It wasn't -fair-! Xee tightened her fingers into the whip's coils and stood up in the room she'd been given.
It was nice enough. Nicer then anything she'd been given yet. A bedroom that served as a study, and a very small private bathroom. It wasn't exactly fitting, in her mind, of a noble daughter. But she -wasn't- recognized as a noble daughter. She was just a assassin that the House seemed to have a interest in keeping around.
On top of all of this...She had to reaquaint herself with her males and hope they had not formed other loyalties while she was away. If they had found females in higher positions then what Xee was allowed to claim was her place, then she'd have to either let them go or fight for them...or kill them. She wasn't certain she was in the mood to be forgiving.
Micarvyr could not be located she had been told. Which she suspected might be by his own design. She remembered him as being quite intelligent so he could have his own plans he was seeing through. Lesomph was the one she really -really- wanted to get her hands on. She was in the right mood to take out a ton of aggression on. She wouldn't mind staining the floor of her new room with his blood. It would be a pleasent way to 'break it in' so to speak. Yet the b*****d was no where to be found. It made Xee grind her teeth in frustration.
Elaughfein though had been found...according to her cousin he had been summoned to a room and told to wait with no explanation at all as to why. She had taken her time feeling out her cousin, then had retired to her own room to calm some. How long had he been there? Her visit had been about a hour... maybe two hours long. She wondered if he was nervouse or anxious...it would serve her purposes if such was the case...
She had sent the servant that had brought her to her room to fetch him, with explicite instructions he was not to be told -anything-. Casting a glance around the room, Xee crossed to a chair and dragged it into position so it sat directly across from the doorway. Settling herself down into it, she uncoiled her new whip and let the long lenght of it spill over her lap and to the floor so she could play with the handle. Now..she just had to meet him..establish her dominance..and find out what the VITH had been going on while she was away!
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Posted: Thu Dec 04, 2008 12:45 pm
Unfortunately for the targeted Elaughfein there was little he could update his mistress on. After Lesomph's betrayal and his mistress's disappearance, Elaughfein had disappeared as well. He had tried to remain within sight of the House, thinking he might find favor with a higher female and learn where it was his mistress had gone and if she would be back. The only problem was that his plans had worked a little too well.
The females above his mistress finally took note of him. So did their whips. After catching himself in their leather claws a few times too many he never did more wish for any other mistress than Xee; she was his only true mistress, the only one who actually knew his name instead of just his pretty face filled the rage of pain and fear. He tried to leave the House behind him then, determining to seek out his mistress and join her in whatever place she had been sent. Then there was a certain servant girl who had imagined herself higher than she was, finding him after he had tried to ask around in search of his mistress. She may not have tried him for long before he had his revenge, but the experience was enough to count. Since then he had returned to the House and vowed that the only female worthy even of the title mistress was his Xee, well, technically he was her Elaughfein, but if it was Xee then he would not mind.
Since then he had stayed in the lower chambers of the House, avoiding the rest of the mistresses and the Matron. Every once in a while he would hear from a servant an extraordinary occurance of the House. Other than that he had hidden himself well, waiting for news of his mistress's return. He no longer sought advancement within the House. The only advancement he now sought was in the eyes of his mistress, who was the only mistress whose orders he would follow.
He had been able to keep hidden and quiet, offering his usual charm and wiles to the mistresses when they found him, trying to keep on their good side yet not so much on their good side that they took more than a moments notice of him. Which was why he thought it odd that a servant had sent a summons for him, locking him in a room for a while before now bringing him to a closed door. He did not remember meeting any of the mistresses that day, nor anyone other than the servant who had strung him along to the rooms, though that did not mean he had not caught someone's fancy a day earlier.
A shudder tried to press itself down his spine as the door cracked open and he cursed whichever servant it was who had ratted him out to the whip that he could glimpse meandering across the floor. It fully opened to admit Elaughfein and the servant stood aside to give him sight of the mistress who had summoned him for whatever joy she desired. His eyes opened wide and he could not help rushing to drop to one knee in front of his very own mistress, Xee, returned from whichever corner of the Underdark the House had dared to send her.
"My Mistress," he breathed, his gaze dropping to her feet for a moment before he chanced to look up at her face to make sure it was indeed Xee. His hand brushed upon the length of whip and he jumped, fearing that she had moved it to use upon him. His eyes grew wide with fear as he realized that she might have returned as one of the very mistresses he vowed never to serve again.
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Posted: Thu Dec 04, 2008 1:07 pm
Well... That...that wasn't exactly the reaction she had been expecting. Xee's red eyed widened as Elaughfein crossed the room in a quick blink and knelt before her. She sat up in the chair, and leaned forwards a bit to look down at the kneeling male. He certainly was...what was the word? She wouldn't use happy. But this was a sort of welcome she had not been expecting. When he looked up at her, she was quite uncertain how to react to the look on his face. It had been eight years after all...
She supposed that perhaps, as her favorite, he had been happy to have her return for him. She really had enjoyed the attention he'd paid to her, and the small gifts she got from him. Micarvyr had been wonderful company when she wanted a mental challenge, but Elaughfein had always seemed to her the sort she could enjoy a good amount of pleasent company from. She lifted a hand to tuck back a bit of loose hair behind her ear, which caused the whip to shift and resulted in his own hand brushing against it's coiled length.
The resulting jump seemed...odd? Well..it would not be so odd if he had been hurt by the whip before. Xee lifted the handle and looked at the whip that Shri had given her with a thoughtfulness. She had gotten a bit carried away earlier with the servant. She supposed with a face as pretty as Elaughfein's he might have had a few other female stake him to their private chambers...
"Elaughfein..." She started slowly speaking, her hand with the whip handle lowered to her lap. "It is good to see that you are in good health still.... As well as that you recognize who your Mistress is. I had been concerned that my absence had given you cause to...wander..."
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Posted: Thu Dec 04, 2008 1:50 pm
The fear in his eyes vanished when she spoke, turning into guarded joy, as he still was not sure if this was the same Xee he had known so long ago. That she spoke his name was proof that she had not forgotten him, and maybe that she had not returned as a mistress of the whip. But then, the other mistresses may just not have known his name to begin with and therefore did not care to learnit. At Xee's statement Elaughfein dropped his gaze back to the floor, "I regret to inform my mistress that 'wander' I may have done, but not willingly did I leave for another's rule. I have only one true mistress who is kind enough to call my name."
His eyes slid carefully along the length of the whip, following it back to his mistress's lap and from there his gaze lifted again to her face. He was curious as to what had befallen her, and what had kept her so long from the House, surely she had want to return? Or maybe she had stayed away of her own free will, willing to forget her servants in favor of the memory of the drider pit that would go with them. He could not blame her for that; that blame he would place on Lesomph.
Even though his mistress had not said so, he and Micarvyr had both guessed at what had really happened. The traitor was lucky he had fled after Xee had been recovered. If he were still around the House Elaughfein would gladly introduce him to his daggers, letting him get just enough of a taste as for him to wish he had become one of the other mistresses whipping boy instead, though now that his mistress had returned there was a new factor in the plan. Elaughfein was not as smart as Micarvyr, but he could understand his mistress's want to exact her own revenge.
He figured the best way to rekindle what had been left behind would be to settle old accounts. Before he asked for the clarification of Lesomph's betrayal he wanted to be sure of his mistress's intentions, and whether they be of her old intentions or if she really had discovered some new... Tendancies... "If I may, my mistress," his voice came softly, "I offer my services to you as it once had been, if you would accept them I would serve no other but you unless you wish it." To disobey a higher mistress's request in favor of Xee's would seal his fate as the favorite victim of the other mistresses, but he had already seen the pleasant side of female desires and no longer feared their darker side, if it could be called that.
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Posted: Thu Dec 04, 2008 2:14 pm
He really had grown pretty. Xee tilted her head as she admired her Elaughfein. She liked the color streaked into his hair. It matched her preference for gold. The black was striking enough and she supposed she could approve of it. Of course..there was a great amount of appeasement having something so pretty kneeling at her feet. She had not had this sort of gratification since she had been sent away. Just as she had learned new things to enjoy with the caravan, she was re-learning that there were some things she enjoyed right here too. A faint smile pulled upwards upon her lips. She felt a bit smug as she watched her male lower his head in deference to her.
Still...hearing him admitt that he had allowed other females to claim him while she'd been away was..well..
Xee felt a cold flare in her chest. The hand holding the whip handle gripped it more tightly as she considered what sort of female may have used her male. Was she...prettier? More powerful? Taller? Ugh! That was the reason Xee had choosen to meet her male sitting down. Since she had been sent away she had not grown a single inch beyond her initial height. She blamed the poison for it, somehow stunting her height and making her feel inadequate when compared to proper females. She was just as tall as a bloody male! That did not make for a imposeing first meeting!
When he spoke again, Xee's angry simmering gaze slipped back down to the kneeling male. She leaned forwards again and reached her empty hand out to try and slip her fingers into the pretty long hair he had bound back in a ponytail. "I accept your offering of service Elaughfein. I will be kind and forgive you for your offense with other females. But I will demand that if any of them are of a lower station then I, that you ensure they will not ever ever lay a hand upon you again."
There were way's to interpet her order, and she rather hoped he choose a means that would please her. Xee was not about to share her males...ever...ever again... If it was she had him by the hair, Xee would pull up on it a bit in an attempt to bring his lips just oh so close to her own. "I suppose I must find a means to ensure no one question's who you belong to as well..a insignia I think..something to match your pretty hair?"
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Posted: Thu Dec 04, 2008 2:40 pm
He winced at seeing her hand grasp the whip, uttering silent prayers that his mistress had not turned dark on him. His fear calmed again as he felt the tingling sensation of her fingers in his hair. "There was only one of lower staure than my mistress who dared try," he said, hoping his small act of attempted loyalty could appease her, "Her body will not be found no matter how long one might look for it. At least, not enough of it to count as a body..."
He could not help the smile that appeared on his face as he bowed deeper to Xee, "I am glad you find me still able to serve, my mistress. I am of the utmost grateful for your forgiveness."
She was still the fiery and forboding mistress he remembered, at least in most part. It lightened his mind and wariness to know so. He lifted his head at her tug on his hair, surprised to find her face so close to his own, his eyes taking delight in their ability to gaze into the depths of his mistress's eyes. "Anything my mistress would wish to bestow would please me," he replied, his hair hanging loosely in her grip.
He was pleased that she appeared to think well of how he had grown, if some of the ways in which he had been forced to grow were unpleasant to her at least the result was not reminiscent of that fact. His gaze continued to meet Xee's, though he found himself willing to do so he had a feeling she might find it disrespectful that he could hold her stare. And so he let his eyes relax to wander about her face for a moment before returning to her eyes.
"My mistress is as flawless as ever," he said, his mouth opening before he could think upon what he had said. His head tilted downward again and he apologised, "I am sorry my mistress, my mouth has run away with my words before I could stop it from doing so."
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Posted: Thu Dec 04, 2008 3:10 pm
Oh..he was just as pleasent to have around as she remembered. Xee felt a warm satisfaction in both the way he gazed at her, and spoke. This was one of the few good surprises to coming home. Mingled and mixed...she supposed having Elaughfein here with her was not as satisfying as say..Lespomph..but it still would serve her purpose. Particularly with the ideas she was getting in her head at this point.
The fingers that had been in his hair would relax, so she could amuse herself by being forwards and stroking his head. Like a good little pet. She had not been able to be this dominating in the caravan...it certainly made her feel more in control though! Xee settled back in her chair a bit, the whip was momentarily forgotten and allowed to slip to one side of her slender lap as she began to think about insiginias and proper means of ensureing her males were marked.
"Excellent. Your eagerness to please me is refreshing Elaughfein. I look forwards to knowing she will not be a problem in the future...I suppose any others I can not take action against. But I can make certain they know full well you are a claimed male..."
Xee tilted her head to look him over carefully. "I just..want to play with that hair of yours. You really have become very pretty Elaughfein. I don't think I've seen a prettier male then you yet." Xee pulled her hands back and shifted on the seat so she sat to one side, then tilted her head to nod towards the empty section. "Come up here and sit with me so I can better indulge myself." She coaxed him up.
"Perhaps a tattoo...something that can't be taken off easily. It would make it so much simpler if you were marked permanatly..."
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Posted: Thu Dec 04, 2008 4:17 pm
Her fingers switching from holding his hair to stroking it made him look up again, his eyes hesitant to meet hers yet curious as to what she meant by it. "I am always eager to serve you, my mistress," he said, his cape falling down over his shoulder where it was usually held back by the hilt of his second dagger. His hand twitched to swipe it back to its place, but he was reluctant to move without his mistress's permission.
His face heated and he momentarily lost his cool composer at her compliment to a somewhat lopsided grin, "I am glad my mistress enjoys my appearance. My hair is yours to play with as you wish." He let his grin rest in her sights for a moment before clearing his throat and regaining his soft gaze. It would only be proper that a strong yet gentle mistress be treated to a soft and admiring gaze, he thought, any who dare to claim her lower than what she wishes will not stand if I have say about it. He almost startled himself with the silent proclaimation, realizing that not only did he long for her freindly rule over him but he would be willing to protect it feircly as well.
He hesitantly brushed his cape back in place as if to also brush aside the strange feeling as he brought himself off of his knees and to his feet, turning and sitting in the proffered spot so that she would have full access to his hair. "Anything you wish to place upon me would be appreciated," he said, his thoughts momentarily turning back towards the lashing of another mistress's whip, "Anything to show that I am yours and yours alone." If the other mistresses would follow Xee's claim, would allow him freedom from their chambers then he would be delighted in the extreme to bear any mark Xee gave him, though he was sure she would make it a worthwhile tattoo or whatever she decided.
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Posted: Thu Dec 04, 2008 5:35 pm
Having Elaughfein sit himself next to her made it far more easier on her to reach up and begin toying with the long strands of hair. She really did find the coloration desierable. Plus, by keeping her hands busy with his hair it meant she felt less agitated over the thought of some other female taking liberties with her male. She'd make certain he was marked immediatly.
"I have a thought already. Something that might be quite suitable... I will have to speak with Shri and see if she can suggest a good metal smith. I'll have a ring made with the insignia, that I can heat up and apply to whatever part I wish to mark. That way I can keep the ring as proof of ownership and it will be wasily to mark the others when I find them."
Providing they had not already found other females to swear loyalty to... That really irked her! In a attempt to calm her nerves she focused less on what she did not have...and more upon the pretty male that was now bound to do anything at all that she wanted of him. "Well, since you are so eager to serve, i think the first order of business we are going to have to adress is your avalibility."
Xee mused while she played with his hair. Her red eyes flickered up from time to time to look for that wonderfully appreciative and adoreing gaze he seemed to hold for her. "Before I left I suppose I was getting ready to take the next step in your ownership. So I may as well pick up where I last left off hmm?" She coyly tilted her head to look at him, her smile growing far wider as she spoke.
"As the only male I currently own you'r just going to have to move into my chambers with me. I'll have a servant set up a corner over there for you. That way you'll be right where I want you when I find need of you!"
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Posted: Thu Dec 04, 2008 8:05 pm
Elaughfein sat still, letting his mistress do as she liked with his hair, glad he was able to amuse her so soon after she had returned. He wondered how long it had taken for her to hunt him down. For a moment he felt worried that she had been in the House for a while and he did not know it to go to her right away and offer his services to her sooner. But then he remember how easily the servant had found him within the dark chamber he had been staying that week and figured that if she had not summoned him sooner it was because she had not wanted to.
"A ring?" he asked, turning her words in his head before finally he realized what they meant. She wanted to brand him. His mistress was wanting to cause him harm as the others had done. But then he thought about it more, the thought donning on him that if he was branded he would indeed be permanently hers and no other female could touch him without blatantly ignoring his mistress's ownership. He would have little worry of being dragged to another's chambers again.
"If my mistress wishes it, I shall gladly accept her mark in whatever way she wishes," he said, the fear and anxiety replaced by determination. If he was branded as hers, he would be only hers. And that was what he desired, to have no other that could tear him away, for the whip to hold no hold over him so long as he was faithful to his mistress. What else could he want but to be faithful to her?
He listened to her speak of moving him into her own chambers, his eyes growing wide with delight. "Of course my mistress, I shall be at your call whenever you have want of me," he said, brimming with enthusiasm over the command. If he were confined to her chambers the only way any other female could find him would be to invade his mistress's space, and that he could surely guard against. He would be only hers. Only hers.
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Posted: Fri Dec 05, 2008 6:01 pm
Xee felt a familarity in Elaughfein's presence. He was a good male, and she had forgotten how much she had liked having him around. It was easy to become attached to something that would grovel and scramble to appease your every whim. Why! If she told him to get down on his knee's and rub her feet she knew he'd do it! Actually that didn't sound half bad. Xee's red eyes twinkled merrily as she listened to Elaughfein speak.
"Yes. A ring. I want something as physical proof that you belong to me. It's harder for some other female to claim you when I'm the one in possession of the sigel after all." Oh! He was just so...enjoyable! She wondered...if she told him to crawl around on his hands and knee's while in her bedroom would he still be as happy and eager to please her? Perhaps that would be something for later...
Xee tilted her head back and ceased playing with Elaughfein's hair as she mused over her own personal sigel. "I need some paper. I have an idea that I want to draw... Elaughfein I think there is some in the writing desk. Go get it..." She casually ordered with a 'helpful' flick of her finger towards the plain writing desk that was in the room. Her red eyes were rather keenly set upon Elaughfein to see how quickly he bounced to obay. he was like...a little pet that she wanted to make perform tricks. Perhaps him being the first to be brought to her had been a good thing? She was certainly in a better mood right now!
"Since your being such a good pet...maybe I'll just give you a copy of the mark. If you can find someone to tattoo it on you before tomorrow evening then I won't brand you. I think that's a bit fair of me." Smileing happily to herself Xee stretched her legs out before her on the chair and settled more comfortably into it's cushioning. "And since your so eager to be helpful...I think it would be good for me to give you some daily tasks hmmm?"
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Posted: Sun Dec 07, 2008 4:30 pm
His mistress behaving like she had in the days of the past made Elaughfein the more willing to do whatever she would bid. In those days his following of her had been more playful, but now he served her with all in his being wishing to please her beyond mere content. She had left and he had been left to try and fend for himself in the rest of the House. He did not know what had happened to Micarvyr, did not know where Lesomph had disappeared to, did not know anything beyond the fact that his mistress was gone and he was to search for a new one or fade into the background.
At first, as the opportunist he was, he made his way to catch the eyes of the other females of the House. They did not take any interest in him at first, and after a while he decided to try and gain advancement within the House another way, though he was unsure what that way would be. He tried to be a good errand boy, a good serving boy, a good anything the females would order him to do.
But he was still growing, and into something he thought was a fine Drow. His eyes darkened, his hair became traced with gold, and for all of his good servitude in other areas of the House he was able to dress in finer clothes. It was then that the females of the House began to take an interest in him.
After the first few meetings with their whips, however, he decided that he was very glad that they had ignored him until them. Wishing to be left to his own devices, wishing that he did not have to take a new mistress, he began to avoid the halls they would roam and meeting their gazes when he accidentally chanced upon them. Unfortunately, he had grown into something of an object for which attention was likely to be paid, his golden hair and fine eyes getting him dragged into unwilling trouble. No matter what he wore, where he tried to hide in the upper parts of the House, he was always found, always ordered into a dark room with nothing but the grinning promise of pain.
How he wished for his own mistress to return, her actions now pleasant and gentle in his memories. She would not treat him as an object of torturous glee, but as a companion with which she enjoyed conversing and going on little ventures within the House. So long as the other females of the House were still able to find him, Elaughfein could not remain in the upper parts of the House, finally retreating himself into hiding. Resolving to reside in the desolate lower chambers of the House he now feared, which was where the other servant had found him to bring him back to his now beloved mistress.
It was somewhat odd for him to have her playing with his hair. Usually when he had someone ‘admiring’ his hair it was with a whip and with every lash he cursed the very features of himself he had found to be a source of pride at one time, which was mainly the golden hair that they found so intriguing. He felt it uncomfortable at first, but after a while he found it enjoyable to have someone admiring his hair in a genuine fashion, giving him want to do even more for her.
He rose quickly to fetch her the paper when she asked, bringing it back to her and holding it out in his open hands with a slight bow for her to take it. His nose twitched when she called him her pet, not sure if she meant it as a term of endearment or as an intention to make him a somewhat literal pet, not liking much the idea of the second. He would not mind being her pet at all, not now that she had returned and he was allowed to be hers, but it made him think that he was not doing her bidding because he wanted to but because he had no other choice than to.
Many times he had unpleasantly seen himself as the other females’ pet, their whips coiled about his neck as a leash proving their hold over him. He hoped his mistress did not see him as such. He wanted to be better to her than a simple dog to order around. The idea of having himself branded only further promoted the image of ‘pet’ in his mind, making him worry than she was not enjoying his presence as she used to but instead simply seeing him as the dog with her whip to hold him as she saw fit.
Her offer of him getting a tattoo instead lightened his thoughts, giving him the hope that maybe he was above that gruesome image that he was sure the other females likened him to and capable of receiving more from her than kibble and orders to make him happy. He resolved to get as big and visible of a tattoo he could to proudly show to whom he belonged, and to whom he was not a dog. An idea came into his mind and he thought he rather liked it, eyeing his currently tattoo-less wrists, imagining tattoos of golden chains around them to show he was a human servant instead of a dog that wore a collar.
“I will have it done as soon as my mistress gives me leave to do so,” he said, holding his ideas in mind. A golden tattoo of her emblem and some golden tattoos of chains about his wrists. He looked up when she mentioned chores, his eyes glowing slightly with desire to have reason to go about the House flaunting his new tattoo after he had it completed, “It would be my pleasure to fulfill the completion of tasks for my mistress.”
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Posted: Sun Dec 07, 2008 5:37 pm
What -was- she going to do with him? It was a question Xee began to turn over in her head as she waited for Elaughfein to bring her the paper she wanted. She supposed she could give him basic menial tasks. While they might seem a bit demeaning, if she rewarded him with a smile and let him know how pleased she was with what he did she was certain it would appease him.
Xee took the offered paper without aa word, and began to carefully ink a design onto it. She had the image in her head already, and she rather hoped that she could get it drawn well enough to be distinguishable. Hmm...well...artistry was not her skill. As she drew on the paper, she began again to speak to Elaughfein.
"Since these are to be my rooms, I want to make certain no one goes through my things or snoops on me. I don't expect you to take care of the menial cleaning, but when a servant or slave comes in here to do their job I want you to keep a close eye on them." Maybe she should have him clean her rooms though? Xee glanced up from her paper and looked down at the male, before she discarded the idea.
He was too pretty. She didn't want to ruin his pretty hands or fingers or anything else with drudge work. "Elaughfein, what sort developed while I was away? I hope you didn't waste your time..."
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Posted: Mon Dec 08, 2008 5:49 pm
Elaughfein was eager to learn what tasks his mistress might have for him, but he did not expect that she would give so small a task. Worse, the task she had spoken of made him think he would be nothing more than a guard dog. Why must he be only thought of as a dog? A whipping dog, a show dog, a guard dog. It made him grit his teeth, the stone of worry that settled in his gut telling him that after he had let his mistress fall into the drider pit all he would ever be seen as was a dog.
What was ironic was that before the drider pit incident he had not acted like her dog at all, but after it the other females and the other servants, now that he did not have his mistress to serve, had treated him as one and he became desperate for her return he had begun to act like one. And now he was to be given the tasks worthy of only a dog. He wondered if he should try to be more bold with his mistress, if that would give her cause to assign him a greater worth. Of course he wouldn't chance that his mistress might dislike that thought and so turn him out instead. So he kept quiet and merely nodded his head in thanks for the small job.
"I regret to inform my mistress that after the other females of the House... Discovered my presence... I was inclined to resign myself to the lower levels and away from the gossipping mouths of most the other servants," he said, lowering his head that he would disappoint his mistress with this information. There was another similarity for him to think over, how he had cowered like the whipped puppy the other females had treated him as, "I have no information that might be useful as to the happenings of the House."
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Posted: Tue Dec 09, 2008 8:50 am
Xee carefully drew a curve onto the parchment. Her red eyes flickered upwards from time to time as she listened to Elaughfein's excuse. Well. She could not say she was entierly surprised. At the same time though she was far from happy.
"Well...then I guess you don't really have any skills that will be of use to me. That's sort of dissappointing. I would have figured that by now you'd have something useful that I could rely on you for....well.." Xee set the pen aside and held up the parchement to show the simple design she had drawn.
"This is going to be my symbol. You can take the parchement and find someone to tattoo it on you somewhere. If you can manage to find a jeweler or smith to make me this symbol to wear, I'll be quite happy with you."
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