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TA | Zarrintaj | Tracker
blood in the water

  It's no small secret that the days are long and the months are even longer with the heat beating down the hardiest of souls if they are not able to take shelter from the blaze. Structures and such are never built to accommodate heavy rain fall as such things do not exist within the beige coloured sandy expanses; there are no monsoons but a very peculiar series of events can and will happen if a drier period drags on for much longer than anticipated. Some lore says that droughts only happen because the Almighty has been displeased with this season's prayers or sacrifices while others that don't prattle to that Sun God say that it's just the season of the year.

  Either way, that same dangerous succession of events drip-dropped right in to the slave pits of the Following where the queen's own property lived out their non-servant hours; breathing in the sweltering heat day in and day out. However, their lungs filled with water while members of the city either chose to stand by and watch, leave, or dive right in. Sheet-walls of rain beat down any dust that had risen while those voices of the guilty rose as well.

  The black male supposed it could be assumed that he just "stood by" while the others drowned or were saved, that is if anyone was watching him. Through Zarrintaj's silken cape he could feel the rain seeping in, weighing him down but still guarding him; the male watched from the shadow of a nearby two story building as the others either rushed to action or ignored the choking uproar and begging calls from the pits. Truth be told, it was easy for him to be reserved emotionally in this moment even IF they were the Queen's own property as at this point in his life the information he gathered from who these dogs were was more valuable in this moment than rubbing shoulders (or purses) with Ilsa. He surmised there may be a reward for the deed when it was all said and done however he had absolutely no need for piddles of pocket change that would eventually just get mixed in to his already impressive wealth.

  In earnest, the scene was frazzled; many more chose to save the heathens than to walk on by and let Zonje's will be done. Zarrintaj was familiar with every single dog here and was not entirely surprised by most of their choices, aside from Yuma and Vasilios; one seemingly breaking Zonje's will against her own beliefs of self-preservation and subservience to Zonje, and the other breaking his own by wistfully following Maricruz. He watched the ones who managed to be almost-martyrs choose different ways of handling their captives; some supporting them and comforting, others coldly tossing their godless bodies up only to return to fetch more.

  Interestingly enough, it revealed to the speckled male that people were more of pleasers for their Queen than their own God, even if it were out of selfishness and greed. Those truly betrothed to their omnipotent ruler of the sky exited.

"Bow to her," he coldly muttered between the falling showers before turning off to revisit the scout later, when the scavengers of both canid and avian variety came for food and fancies.

July Showers (Monthly Prompt)

The drought has been devastating lately, the hunters have had to travel out further than usual to find suitable amounts of prey and the city's rations are wearing thin, shaman gardens are beginning to wilt if one more day should past but - oh? what's this? You feel a light droplet of rain and soon more begin to follow suit, until the sands and houses are being littered in a light rainfall, surely outside the walls the rain is more grand. You take a stroll, enjoy the sights of water stained homes and market shacks before you come across a commotion. People are casually congregating towards the slave pits where the sunken area has begun to flood very suddenly. There are slaves still tied to their posts and the water is beginning to reach their chins. Poor heathens, this is Zonje will... or is it?

>Depict your character either saving or acknowledging the slave pit flash flood; do they take the heroic approach to save the queen's property, or is their value of life fickle when it comes to... one of those dogs?

Characters featured:

IraWolfeh 's Vedette

Sphruxon 's Murchadh

aes0 's Eberhard

leopia 's Miah

BlackMoonKennels 's Vieste

tisea 's Yuma

SucioPerro 's Vasilios & Maricruz

Description

TA | Zarrintaj | Tracker
blood in the water

  It's no small secret that the days are long and the months are even longer with the heat beating down the hardiest of souls if they are not able to take shelter from the blaze. Structures and such are never built to accommodate heavy rain fall as such things do not exist within the beige coloured sandy expanses; there are no monsoons but a very peculiar series of events can and will happen if a drier period drags on for much longer than anticipated. Some lore says that droughts only happen because the Almighty has been displeased with this season's prayers or sacrifices while others that don't prattle to that Sun God say that it's just the season of the year.

  Either way, that same dangerous succession of events drip-dropped right in to the slave pits of the Following where the queen's own property lived out their non-servant hours; breathing in the sweltering heat day in and day out. However, their lungs filled with water while members of the city either chose to stand by and watch, leave, or dive right in. Sheet-walls of rain beat down any dust that had risen while those voices of the guilty rose as well.

  The black male supposed it could be assumed that he just "stood by" while the others drowned or were saved, that is if anyone was watching him. Through Zarrintaj's silken cape he could feel the rain seeping in, weighing him down but still guarding him; the male watched from the shadow of a nearby two story building as the others either rushed to action or ignored the choking uproar and begging calls from the pits. Truth be told, it was easy for him to be reserved emotionally in this moment even IF they were the Queen's own property as at this point in his life the information he gathered from who these dogs were was more valuable in this moment than rubbing shoulders (or purses) with Ilsa. He surmised there may be a reward for the deed when it was all said and done however he had absolutely no need for piddles of pocket change that would eventually just get mixed in to his already impressive wealth.

  In earnest, the scene was frazzled; many more chose to save the heathens than to walk on by and let Zonje's will be done. Zarrintaj was familiar with every single dog here and was not entirely surprised by most of their choices, aside from Yuma and Vasilios; one seemingly breaking Zonje's will against her own beliefs of self-preservation and subservience to Zonje, and the other breaking his own by wistfully following Maricruz. He watched the ones who managed to be almost-martyrs choose different ways of handling their captives; some supporting them and comforting, others coldly tossing their godless bodies up only to return to fetch more.

  Interestingly enough, it revealed to the speckled male that people were more of pleasers for their Queen than their own God, even if it were out of selfishness and greed. Those truly betrothed to their omnipotent ruler of the sky exited.

"Bow to her," he coldly muttered between the falling showers before turning off to revisit the scout later, when the scavengers of both canid and avian variety came for food and fancies.

July Showers (Monthly Prompt)

The drought has been devastating lately, the hunters have had to travel out further than usual to find suitable amounts of prey and the city's rations are wearing thin, shaman gardens are beginning to wilt if one more day should past but - oh? what's this? You feel a light droplet of rain and soon more begin to follow suit, until the sands and houses are being littered in a light rainfall, surely outside the walls the rain is more grand. You take a stroll, enjoy the sights of water stained homes and market shacks before you come across a commotion. People are casually congregating towards the slave pits where the sunken area has begun to flood very suddenly. There are slaves still tied to their posts and the water is beginning to reach their chins. Poor heathens, this is Zonje will... or is it?

>Depict your character either saving or acknowledging the slave pit flash flood; do they take the heroic approach to save the queen's property, or is their value of life fickle when it comes to... one of those dogs?

Characters featured:

IraWolfeh 's Vedette

Sphruxon 's Murchadh

aes0 's Eberhard

leopia 's Miah

BlackMoonKennels 's Vieste

tisea 's Yuma

SucioPerro 's Vasilios & Maricruz