{"submission_id":"1493790","keywords":[{"keyword_id":"219","keyword_name":"balls","contributed":"f","submissions_count":"62206"},{"keyword_id":"303","keyword_name":"canine","contributed":"f","submissions_count":"88815"},{"keyword_id":"932","keyword_name":"death","contributed":"f","submissions_count":"4988"},{"keyword_id":"3","keyword_name":"dog","contributed":"f","submissions_count":"84125"},{"keyword_id":"2372","keyword_name":"face","contributed":"f","submissions_count":"2068"},{"keyword_id":"402","keyword_name":"feet","contributed":"f","submissions_count":"21351"},{"keyword_id":"236","keyword_name":"gay","contributed":"f","submissions_count":"77065"},{"keyword_id":"1108","keyword_name":"gore","contributed":"f","submissions_count":"4778"},{"keyword_id":"2805","keyword_name":"happy","contributed":"f","submissions_count":"8721"},{"keyword_id":"11191","keyword_name":"intestines","contributed":"f","submissions_count":"190"},{"keyword_id":"302","keyword_name":"jackal","contributed":"f","submissions_count":"5953"},{"keyword_id":"10268","keyword_name":"killing","contributed":"f","submissions_count":"235"},{"keyword_id":"2056","keyword_name":"knife","contributed":"f","submissions_count":"1505"},{"keyword_id":"165","keyword_name":"male","contributed":"f","submissions_count":"640315"},{"keyword_id":"1516","keyword_name":"murder","contributed":"f","submissions_count":"920"},{"keyword_id":"9745","keyword_name":"revenge","contributed":"f","submissions_count":"645"},{"keyword_id":"966","keyword_name":"sheath","contributed":"f","submissions_count":"9743"},{"keyword_id":"15899","keyword_name":"slaughter","contributed":"f","submissions_count":"32"},{"keyword_id":"1109","keyword_name":"snuff","contributed":"f","submissions_count":"3582"},{"keyword_id":"948","keyword_name":"story","contributed":"f","submissions_count":"6811"},{"keyword_id":"14493","keyword_name":"surgery","contributed":"f","submissions_count":"244"}],"hidden":"t","scraps":"f","favorite":"f","favorites_count":"9","create_datetime":"2017-12-04 05:59:47.241044+01","create_datetime_usertime":"04 Dec 2017 05:59 CET","last_file_update_datetime":"2017-12-04 05:53:40.506927+01","last_file_update_datetime_usertime":"04 Dec 2017 05:53 CET","username":"Whisperingmonolith","user_id":"458620","user_icon_file_name":null,"user_icon_url_large":null,"user_icon_url_medium":null,"user_icon_url_small":null,"file_name":"2114703_Whisperingmonolith_imji_butcher_monolith.jpg","file_url_full":"https://nl.ib.metapix.net/files/full/2114/2114703_Whisperingmonolith_imji_butcher_monolith.jpg","file_url_screen":"https://nl.ib.metapix.net/files/screen/2114/2114703_Whisperingmonolith_imji_butcher_monolith.jpg","file_url_preview":"https://nl.ib.metapix.net/files/preview/2114/2114703_Whisperingmonolith_imji_butcher_monolith.jpg","thumbnail_url_huge_noncustom":"https://nl.ib.metapix.net/files/preview/2114/2114703_Whisperingmonolith_imji_butcher_monolith.jpg","thumbnail_url_large_noncustom":"https://nl.ib.metapix.net/thumbnails/large/2114/2114703_Whisperingmonolith_imji_butcher_monolith_noncustom.jpg","thumbnail_url_medium_noncustom":"https://nl.ib.metapix.net/thumbnails/medium/2114/2114703_Whisperingmonolith_imji_butcher_monolith_noncustom.jpg","thumb_medium_noncustom_x":"120","thumb_medium_noncustom_y":"87","thumb_large_noncustom_x":"200","thumb_large_noncustom_y":"145","thumb_huge_noncustom_x":"300","thumb_huge_noncustom_y":"218","files":[{"file_id":"2114703","file_name":"2114703_Whisperingmonolith_imji_butcher_monolith.jpg","file_url_full":"https://nl.ib.metapix.net/files/full/2114/2114703_Whisperingmonolith_imji_butcher_monolith.jpg","file_url_screen":"https://nl.ib.metapix.net/files/screen/2114/2114703_Whisperingmonolith_imji_butcher_monolith.jpg","file_url_preview":"https://nl.ib.metapix.net/files/preview/2114/2114703_Whisperingmonolith_imji_butcher_monolith.jpg","mimetype":"image/jpeg","submission_id":"1493790","user_id":"458620","submission_file_order":"0","full_size_x":"2000","full_size_y":"1454","screen_size_x":"920","screen_size_y":"669","preview_size_x":"300","preview_size_y":"218","initial_file_md5":"a1eec41e2048e93e0ba1262da2228e21","full_file_md5":"4596d97c373275f7b0d2ac70353031c5","large_file_md5":"cab5913222ab53876c3eb54dd37a9a69","small_file_md5":"d3abdc3a54a2842dec4d3ff0fa95e966","thumbnail_md5":"0eb50f7f9ab38e1b81be8766dc466039","deleted":"f","create_datetime":"2017-12-04 05:53:40.506927+01","create_datetime_usertime":"04 Dec 2017 05:53 CET","thumbnail_url_huge_noncustom":"https://nl.ib.metapix.net/files/preview/2114/2114703_Whisperingmonolith_imji_butcher_monolith.jpg","thumbnail_url_large_noncustom":"https://nl.ib.metapix.net/thumbnails/large/2114/2114703_Whisperingmonolith_imji_butcher_monolith_noncustom.jpg","thumbnail_url_medium_noncustom":"https://nl.ib.metapix.net/thumbnails/medium/2114/2114703_Whisperingmonolith_imji_butcher_monolith_noncustom.jpg","thumb_medium_noncustom_x":"120","thumb_medium_noncustom_y":"87","thumb_large_noncustom_x":"200","thumb_large_noncustom_y":"145","thumb_huge_noncustom_x":"300","thumb_huge_noncustom_y":"218"}],"pools":[],"description":"An Introduction to Kel-Savon\n\nC1 - Kenjar\n\nThe earth gives way, crumbling and tossing over its-self with each rake of Kenjar's garden claw as he builds the soil into a uniform row. The winds hail from the south, and with them, the spring season. Kenjar takes his rest on a great stone marking the corner of his plot and looks down over the rolling hills. His figure well developed, adorned with tattoos, brands, and scars from battles long since passed. “He shouldn’t run...” The thoughts pass through Kenjar’s mind, his sight turning to the larger, unfinished storehouse, the foundation of which is built from stones cleared from the hillsides. He sighs, gaze sinking back over to his nearly finished row, tired of spending season after season alone, with only only the occasional visitor seeking to contract his trade-skills as an armor smith.\n\nKenjar takes up his war axes and gathers his tools into the smaller storehouse before drawing water up from the well to bathe. The day’s dust washes into the grass, his mind entertaining what could be that one item he will inevitably forget to buy. “Pfff...” Nothing comes to mind, he pops his spine several times and towels off before going to his bed.\n\nA light appears in the dimness of the early morning, a groggy hulk exercises finesse while shaving and clothing himself in more presentable garments. The turquoise adorning his hide belt being far from great value, but still serve as a symbol of status and economic standing. Kenjar puts on a small white robe to cover the markings across his body and blows out the lamp. He takes his twin war axes, and steps into the handles of his oak cart, departing for Hatila. The city being a little over an hours walk but the center of trade for the region and the only location with a decent slave market, unlike the nearby town of Antwood. Kenjar smirks to himself in rattle of his cart, the sun still not yet risen above the horizon, “At least I’ll be able to split the pulling on the way back...”\n\nC2 – Hattila\n\nKenjar pulls his cart through the open gates, trying not to breath the stink of the city too deep. He wonders to himself why only the eastern kingdoms seem to grasp the concept of sewers. “and these filthy people have the nerve to call me a heathen barbarian...” His pace hastens, checking off things on his list as he acquires them, ignoring what he knows he can get locally, even if the expense is a little more.\n\nKenjar eyes up and down merchant after merchant all trying to hawk their wares. A rotting head of broccoli whizzes over him and hits a shopkeepers’ awning. “The hell!?” The thick bearded shop-keep turns to look at the passing man, then across the street, his face melting on eye contact. “EDGAR!!!” Several more locals turn to a heavy set woman with a wooden rod, her bust built and carried as if it were ready for war. “EDGAR! YOU FILTHY GOAT!!” The shopkeeper rushes back inside and bars his door… “YOU CAN’T HIDE IN THERE FOREVER” Kenjar hustles out of the heat of other peoples business while the woman marches through the quickly dissipating populace. Not one having the stones to tell her to go back to her husband. “Bloody apes...” he mutters.\n\nUpon entering the amphitheater district, Kenjar can’t help but admire the structure, the roaring coming out of it. He reminisces about old times for the moment, and hastens his way down a left turn, straight to the south side of town where he can browse the selections of flesh.\n\nC3 – Dromwind’s Flesh Eportium\n\nKenjar pulls his somewhat heavier cart into auction grounds, setting it down under a large oak and covering his good with a leather tarp. Two young men barely in their twenties quickly inquire with him as he approaches the auction house.\n\n“Hey mister, you going inside?” The younger of the two jumps in “We guard peoples carts and horses n stuff! For coin”\n\nKenjar nods… “And the guards? I don’t suppose they are just for show?”\n\n“Oh they do watch the lot, but mostly for runaway slaves and horse thieves, you know, big theft. Pickpockets and petty thievery sometimes go unnoticed, not to say they won’t chase someone down if they catch wind of it. The extra security we provide doesn’t cost the establishment here anything so they don’t mind us… also, I’m Hendrix Bon-caress, Hendrix for short”\n\n“Or Bonkers” His associate interjects before Hendrix gives a sharp elbow “OWW”\n“That one is Kiff… you look fairly interesting for these parts, who might you be?”\n\nKenjar looks at them with amusement… “I’m Kenjar of Markara and the Great East-bend Isles.”\n\n“Markara!?” They look at him with surprise.“Beyond the east mountains Markara?” Hendrix asks… “Yes...” “How did you end up out here!?”\n\nKenjar nods… “walking, paying for carriage, but mostly walking.”\nKiff gives a little look of disbelief “Walking all the way from the east… You must have seen all sorts of things!”\n“Many things” confirming…\n\nHendrix butts in and brings the conversation back to the topic at hand. “I have so many questions about what its like beyond the dominion but we can’t really keep you here all day… so, do you want us to keep an eye on your stuff? Its two copper Imminars, Idans, Langes, ehh, well they are all good money.”\n\nKenjar shifts about… “Hmm… two coppers isn’t too much, but I suppose that is the point.”\n\nHendrix chuckles to himself, “Yes, most people in the town deem it a worthy expense since the place is littered with lowlifes and thugs. But, a few good days where nothing happens more than pays for the one where we have to run someone off or fight them. The guards are more than happy to jump in, especially if we do all the foot work and they don’t have to run.”\n\nKenjar smirks, “Very well, you two seem to be honest enough, here is your coin, I’ll move my cart closer for ease.” “Much appreciated”\n\nKenjar makes his way passed the guards and is immediately besieged by several custodians who take his adorned clothing to heart. “Excuse me! You look like a man who is looking for some strong subjects, fighters, if you w…” “NO! no no! This man carries himself with too much prestige to be involved with such rancid things...” “Perhaps something more tender, or debauched, a females touch perhaps?” “HE-entered-the-fighters-wing, he wants someone strong!”\n\n“Excuse me gentlemen...” Kenjar makes his way around the bumbling sales pinches… turning about when an old ghost of a man injects his common sense wisdom into the matter. “People… people… if you simply ask the man what he seeks first, then, you may be in a position to help him find it.”\n\nKenjar points at the man.. “You, I want, lets talk...” continuing to walk down the auctions of wolves, dark skins, dragons, and sorted species.\n“My name is Dromwind, I apologize for my overly zealous staff how many I be of an assistance to you.”\n“Kenjar - - There is no need to apologize, they seek to do well in their positions. I’m looking for a companion, someone to keep me company but not necessarily for pleasure… just, social.”\n“I see, Kennnharr… you are from the far east are you not? You have the look one of a man from the Isles”\n“Yes, the Ossolo island.”\nThey stop and watch the bidding progress on a dark skin. . .\n“Ossolo… I know of this island but I never stepped foot on it, I almost always made port at Jullolo when I sailed to the Great Isles, Interesting culture there and very beautiful women. I believe there are several in the pleasure wing.”\n\nThe subject of the auction turns and flexes his back to the bidders striking them with a double bicep pose. “16 silver Imminars, can I get 18, 18 silver Imminars, man in the blue vest, 20...”…\n\n“Ah, I will keep that in mind if I want to look for a good woman, but I’ve been keeping an eye out for one of the dog-men, or a smaller dragon, male, the colors and such aren’t terribly important. That man up there seems to know hes going to command a high price.”\n\n“28 silver Idans! Do I...”\n\n“Yes he is, I believe his name is something... Al-Hajza, a particularly dangerous man. He lives for fighting and killing and does not hide the pleasure he gets from it. His owner died, kicked in the head by a horse according to the man who brought him in. None of his relatives wanted anything to to with his fighting business, so the slaves ended up here. As for your companion search, you may find someone in the labor wing.\nWe try to sort the slaves by their qualities but if they aren’t in a show room or auction, they will be in the general housing. People are also permitted into the housing area after signing a waiver. Even though we do our best to protect our patrons, there are still... risks, when being surrounded by so many other creatures and lesser races.”\n\n“Housing would be ideal, I’m looking for personality, interests and traits that might not be so easily quantified. I can be somewhat, adverse, to owning another person and would rather feel out any potential candidates, find one that is less likely to run off.”\n\n“Hmm, Yes, I’m sure you will will find what you are looking for, if not, another shipment from the north west is due soon. However, I suspect a lot of them are captures from the border and may not be very forth coming for anything beyond the theaters or chain labor. The housing in this way, to the center of the establishment.”\n\n“56 silver, anyone for 58? 58! One gold Imminar with eight, sixty silvers! One gold with 12!” The bidding breaking down into a war with three people as the price accelerates!\n\nDromwind glances over while passing between two auction platforms, the dark one still showing off his physique, twisting and posing, his battle scars put before the eyes of hardened men and their slaves as they continue to raise their bids. “I AM Gurajzha Al-Hajza! I will bleed for you! I will kill for you! I will die for your pleasure!!!”\n\n“He is a real piece of work there” Kenjar states.\n\nDromwind turns to his patron, “Yes, yes he is. Its not every day a slave sells for gold coin. This way! But, on that subject, I am curious. During my days sailing the world, I often heard that Markarians use gold exclusively in the buying and selling of people, is there any truth to that?”\n\nThe hustle of the auction floor quiets after entering a rather wide hallway.\n\n“It is not a law, but it is a part of the culture, an unwritten rule so to speak. Even if the coin has to be split into pieces for lesser slaves, all trades involving life are expected to have the majority value paid for in gold. It is uncommon for slaves and even more so for captives to be sold for anything less than gold. Mercenaries are also paid in gold, soldiers are paid in silver for practical reasons, and so on.”\n\n“That is fairly interesting, I’m too old to sail about again, and my sons are unlikely to ever get a letter from me as it would go to a port only for them to go to another! Well, here we are… sign your name here, date, and I’ll sign as having borne witness to it. The waiver is on the very front, if you wish to read it. Keeping a single log book for the waiver and making a copy is far easier and cheaper than paying a scribe to produce hundreds of copies of the same bloody page. Also, sign in here and likewise when you exist, including slaves. The guards will send for someone to assist you with the transaction.\n\n“It makes sense.” Kenjar flips the two or so inches of pages to glance at what he is signing… “Very well.” The warrior scribble on the ledger.\n\n“You not only write, but write well, an educated man. If you ever find yourself in need of a job, please speak with me.”\n\n“I’ll keep that in mind, right next to the Markarian women.”\n\nDromwind cracks up with a laugh, “I’m sure you will.” He clears his throat and steps away to attend his business. “If you need anything, I will be in the fighters wing, I prefer to loiter about because of the occasional fights that break out there. And, please do not kill any of the stock unless you are ready to buy them!”\n\nKenjar grins at the old man… “I’ll play nice.” and steps out into the light of the court yard.\n\nC4 – Imji\n\nThe heat of the mid day passes over him, dust from his tread, rising through the wind.\n\n“Oh look, another one” “No points if he catches you!” “OH HEWWWMANNN!!!” A small rock clips Kenjar’s ear, his hand snapping up to shield his eyes. Three white-furred beasts dart off into the long houses anticipating a chase.\n\n“Tshh… they’re scratched off.”\n\nKenjar walks deeper into the sparsely populated court, keeping an indifferent posture to the beast and men alike looking at him as they pass by. Some make distance, others size him up, and yet still, more wonder what he seeks and if he can be approached.\n\nHe stops beside a bold, toned dragon, only a few inches over him in height. “How old are you…?” He inquires of the furred beast.\n\n“fourteen years. . . master.” He states in a begrudging, almost sarcastic manner..\n\n“Only fourteen? If that is the case, you are going to be big… very big. Have you a name? I go by Kenjar”\n\n“Samatiis… master. I’ve been told that by so many others, they say its the biggest part of why I am still here, I would be too big to control and no one wants someone they can’t control. That means you need to keep moving...”\n\n“Very well. Samatiis… it is a fair name. Your size would be not be a concern if perhaps if you were in a position to not need control. I could make use of...”\n\n“Look!” The Samatiis abruptly interrupts Kenjar… “You think I haven’t figured that out? I’m probably going to be sold to one of the amphitheaters soon, I asked one of the house masters to try and work something out. I’m not passing on something I just might be good at it and I don’t need some human trying to sweet talk me into something else, Now GO!”\n\nKenjar watches the dragon’s ears move about as it shifts in place, posturing. His eyes however do not hide his broken spirit. He turns away from the furdragon and eyes over the others who seem less hostile, catching wind of brawling across the yard.\n\nIntent and purpose emanate from his steps as he walks toward the fight. A dogman having been beaten to the ground is kicked repeatedly, by several others. The assault ending as Kenjar approaches, making uncomfortable eye contract with one of the assailants, while his right hand grips his holstered axe.\n\n“Hey kentz, lets go!” said Peblo, pointing out the approaching midskin human. “Next time Imji… psh.”\n\nSeveral others from the crowd break away back into the their groups, returning to half log benches and idle games. A few concerned and curious beasts remain leaning on the housing, watching Imji ease onto his knees while a human extends a helping hand.\n\n“Do not pay mind to assholes.” Pulling Imji up, he continues his assessment of the naked animal.“This isn’t the first time it has happened, is it?”\n\n“Tsh!” “No, and you should have let them continue; now he has a reason to come back tonight.”\n\n“Is that so… I take it your name is Imji. The short one addressed you as such.”\n\n“Yeah, its Imji.” Wiping some of the blood and dirt off his face. “I shouldn’t have to put up with him for much longer though, my time has been up for a while… so is his.” Imji kicks the dust with a bit of indifference.\n\n“Time being up, you mean the next train of slaves coming from the north west?” Kenjar picks a piece of grass off of Imji “You missed one...”\n\n“Tsh!” He brushes off his fur where the grass was picked from... “Qsymyovwa again? The people who come from there, they… fall apart. Only the theater masters seem to buy them. I’ll probably end up there too, since Kentz happened. I think hes does it for show though, still trying to get sold as a fighter and not unwanted trash.”\n\nKenjar shakes his head about, “No… everyone here is wanted for something, it just might not be very good.”\n\nA yellow hound leans out the window of one of the lodges, shouting out with utter rudeness…\n“Hey Imji, whos your butt buddy there, you two going to fuck for us?!?”\n\nImji chucks a rock at the open window, completely missing it… “WOULD YOU PISS OFF ALREADY!!”\n\nKenjar starts laughing…\n\n“What!?”\n\n“Its nothing important...”\n\nImji looks at Kenjar all irate… “Who even are you, what do you want back here with unwanted trash?”\n\nThe man expresses a the slightest bit of surprise... “Kenjar… and what do you mean by “back here with unwanted trash”?”\n\n“Well, Kenjar… you don’t have a blooming clue where you are, do you?” Imji flusters and throws his hands out… “Welcome to the unwanted wing!, All of those who don’t get minimum bid end up here. Its not actually a wing of the auction house but it might as well be.”\n\nKenjar tips his head a bit and rubs his eyes… “That old geezer… never under estimate the elderly. I guess this explains the unusual level of hostility.”\n\nImji snickers… “Someone duped ya?”\n\n“I wouldn’t put it quite like that, this is still technically general housing… when you said “...since Kentz happened.” I get the impression you had something other than the theaters in mind...”\n\nHis ears fold back…\n\n“The masters here, well… my best and pretty much only quality was for pleasure, probably being someones toy. Though, it was possible I just might end up in a nicer ‘pleasure house’ because of being a Black-back ‘king’ jackal… PSH! King of WHAT?! BRUISES?! Labor came second even though they call me a scrawny litter runt but bruises and black eyes don’t sell there either, they are ‘trouble’. So what are you looking for that you can’t find in any of the wings, you don’t look like you are short of money.”\n\nKenjar shifts about, crossing his arms to a position of defensive thought…\n\n“I suppose you could say I’m feeling out potential buys…” Imji’s face relaxes a bit, ears forward. “…since I’m going to be around the person pretty much all the time. I’m looking for… personality, its not something that is easily gauged from a show room or auction.”\n\n“…”\n\nImji’s fur stands up over his spine… “So… what does that mean?”\n\n“It means, I’m still here talking to you. But, any further measurements would need to account for you knowing you are being measured.”\n\nThe local slaves trying to ease-drop without ruining someone else’ chance out…\n\n“Well, aside from a winning personality, what else were you looking for? Even if its not one of my strong points...”\n\nKenjar sighs, “A companion...”\n\nImji blushes, taking another look at Kenjar… “A companion… for pleasure… and…?”\n\nThe man bumbles with corrections after conveying the wrong concept...\n\n“… Ah, No not like that! The more social kind, I’m not opposed to… other stuff, but your body is your own and I will not force you. It gets old being the only person, even with the occasional patron of my services. I can be a hermit but only so much of one without it biting at me. Make no mistake though, there is work to be done and you will have your fill of it… if you so choose to come with me. It is a much better life than the alternatives and I don’t care much for the that ‘master’ title crap. Only when other people are around should you use it.”\n\nImji cocks his head to the side… not really knowing what to say to a golden ticket offer.\n\n“I get a choice in this?!” Imji falls over himself a bit with mixed feelings… “Yes, I’ll come! But there has to be something you aren’t telling me… The people who come through here don’t usually have the best intentions for us… what kind of work do you need done?”\n\n“Farm work, making rows in the fields, pulling weeds, clearing stones, and yes, there there are things I have yet to tell you as well as ask of you, the same is likely true for you as well. It would be quite the feat to learn every detail in a day. And without the owner of this establishment leading me here - his name is Dromwind - I might not have come, and instead found someone in general housing. I have a feeling the old man cares what happens to everyone in here but ultimately he has a business to run.”\n\nImji sighs…\n\n“So what about you… anything bad I should know about? Whats with the axes?\n\n“Weapons were gifted to me by Overseer Horzi Maldune for faithful service in his legion and securing a noteworthy victory against Mahyra… its the northern border of Markara, and north east border of Ethegur. The only ‘bad’ or just unsavory thing that comes to mind is that I often watch the fights outside of the gates, especially if there is a deathmatch going. And I frequent the theaters.”\n\nImji’s ears fold down, then back up. “The theaters? So… what are they like?”\n\nKenjar sighs… “It depends on whats going on at the time. The fighters bought at the main auctions and show rooms, they often get a chance to prove themselves as warriors. Theaters, arenas, pits, and even the open fights just outside of town, it doesn’t matter, they are bought up because their owners want them to win. Now, when someone from a theater bids on the cheapest slaves, its almost always for a one way slaughter or they need someone to die as part of a story re-enactment.”\n\nImji shifts in place, “So I would have never even got a chance to…!” His eyes and attention catch something behind Kenjar, He picks up on the telegraphing and turns get a rock striking the side of his neck.\n\n“HEY PEACHY! HOW LONG YOU GUNA TALK TO THAT RUNT!?” Kentz chucks another rock at Kenjar, his gang buddies having a laugh at it all.\n\n“The asshole has a point, we can continue on the way back home, is there anything you need to gather up?\n\n“No…”\n\nImji smiles though, turning away from the lot of the unwanted, having his moment of bliss broken by a used corn cob slapping his back. Kentz screams out “SOMEONES GUNA GET THEIR BUTT FUCKED BY A SECOND RATE HUMAN!”\n\nImji’s fur rides high in anger, continuing to walk toward the door with his soon to be master. However, Kenjar stops, grumbling to himself with his main hand on his ax.\n\n“That’s it!” he huffs “Imji, do you want to kill the stupid prick? Otherwise, I will.”\n\nThe Jackals eyes light up. “Absolutely!” the tip of his tail swaying side to side for the first time in years.\n\n“Alright, lets go push some papers with the staff, maybe Dromwind is still idling about.”\n\nImji cocks his head all confused… “Push.. papers? What does that mean…?”\n\n“Handling papers, getting a signed record that you have been paid for, description, registration number, and such. Basically just being… witty or some such.”\n\nKentz trots out to the middle of the yard while quite distressed… “The fucker actually got out of here…”\n\nKenjar pounds on the door, the eye-slide revealing a guard clad with a bronze mask. “Yes?”\n\nImji nudges closer to his ticket out. “We wish to exit, One master, one slave.”\n\n“Aye!” the peephole clicks shut as the wrought iron door opens… and Imji takes another step toward a better life. “Be sure to sign the log book!”\n\nThe dim hallway that Imji once loathed now bringing him a slight joy…\n\nMilo the guard pokes Imji “You’re a real lucky bastard, beast! VERY few slaves ever come out of there without being sold for entertainment, chain labor, or to some other cruel path. As for you, big man, you must be Kenjar, yes?”\n\n“I would be hard to miss...”\n\n“I have not the patience for cheeky comments, Midskin! You are Kenjar or you are someone else!”\n\n“Yes, I am Kenjar Hajzee...”\n\n“Good!” He turns to his shift mate Jyargo Vey… “Jyargo, take them to bossman!”\n\n“Nay!” says Henderson, one of the off going guards. “I’ll take them, its on the way out anyway.”\n\nKenjar looks around at everyone, wanting to know whats going on…\n\n“What is this about seeing Dromwind? He left special orders or something?”\n\nHenderson nods “Yes, He told us that if you came out of there with someone; he wished to handle the transaction himself. I don’t know why, nor do I care, at long as the bossman stays happy!”\n\nKenjar scratches at his nose… “Very well then, lets not keep him waiting.” . . . “Indeed.”\n\nKenjar takes Imji by the wrist while wading through the dozens of people, “Keep close and don’t get lost!”\n\n“There he is! There, by those fairskin braggarts in their robes and fancy armor!” The guardsman points across the auction floor.\n\nKenhar laughs… “Perhaps we can stir the hive and give the old man an excuse to break away from such jesters.” Henderson leads the approach, “Yes, I applaud that notion, though they do look a little, rough, no matter.” . . . “Gentlemen, what might I do you for?”\nThe head pompous “Excuse you? We are in the middle of a matter that does not concern you!”\nKenjar takes a step forward… “And what matter would that be?”\nThe man in shining armor turns to Dromwind “What is this charade? intimidation? I WILL NOT be intimidated by the likes of you or your goons!” “The belligerent man pokes his index finger into Dromwind’s robes repeatedly... “You-sold-me a slave that was supposedly a fighter! But yet, the very first match he goes into, THE first match, not even so much as a minute in, HE HAS HIS THROAT TORN OUT!!!”\n\nHands move to weapons while Dromwind’s guards step in to push the man back. “I am sorry for your loss, I am, but there is naught that I will do for you beyond a discount on another slave. The stock here are categorized and sold based on many factors, including: strength, disposition for violence, their own personal desires, prior history, and so forth. The darkskins and beasts being auctioned around you are best suited for fighting, that doesn’t mean they have experience in fighting, much less deathmatch!”\n\n“You thieving snake! I’ll have you know that… Get your hands off me you inbred filth!”\n\nThe old wispy man gives the signal to his guards to get the men out of his establishment…\n\nKenjar shifts his weight to one foot… then the other… “Try asking nicely, or, draw your sword and make him.” Egging the men on as they are manhandled to the exist while spouting obscenities.\n\n“We will handle them sir, the city guards may be happy to have new people to play with.” Old bossmas gets a small rise out of such a comment. “Thank you Henderson...”\n\nDromwind turns to Kenjar and to Imji… “Ahh… one of my most interesting guests today! Have you found what you seek?”\n\n“I believe so…” slapping his new dogman on the back… “He should fix up well enough… there is another slave in there I wish to buy as well, his name is Kentz, a yellow dog. Hes quite the trouble maker and he will be a flight risk, anything you can do about that?\n\n“Yes, its no trouble to line them up, I’ll have him drugged into a sleep. You do have a way to carry him back right?”\n\n“Yes, I have a cart outside behind watched by Kiff and… that bonker guy. Getting him home won’t be any problem, especially now that I have help.\n\nDromwind laughs… “Yes, yes, help I see indeed… and what made you pick him over the others if I may ask?”\n\nImji looks at Kenjar wanting to know as well… “In short… I watched him get back up after having the shit kicked out of him by Kentz and his group, even being in the unwanted wing. He hasn’t let his situation break him. There is also the little bit about not sucking up to me or act timid.”\n\n“Hmph… and you aren’t the least bit angry with being sent to the unwanted housing?”\n\n“I’m sure there is some amount of anger but its imperceptible, though I’m concerned that by trying to give someone in the unwanted section a chance, the person I may have found in general housing will now otherwise lose out.”\n\n“I see, yes, you have a point there. You could always shop in the general housing as well. I jest, I jest… Though since you know about Kentz picking fights with Imji… I must pry, what do you want with him?”\n\nImji turns his eyes away and looks about the auctionhouse.\n\n“I did my best to ignore him, as did Imji, but his antics and his persistence in trying to provoke people is going to be his undoing, for provocation he has succeeded in. I’ll spare the details and put it simply, we mean to kill him.”\n\nImji blushing and feeling a little embarrassed.\n\n“I understand… well then, both of them can be had for their last starting bids, which should be around… well you can have them both for 16 silver Imminars. ”\n\nKenjar pulls out half of a gold Imminar...“I don’t suppose you can make change?”\n\n“Pwahh, who do you think I am? Of course I can make change! Now come with me, there are papers to sign.”\n\nC5 – Kentz and Katia\n\nShortly thereafter…\n\n“Alright you buggering skinge, get out here and line up!” The unwashed masses form up a single file line in front of the exit gate. “Five random! Step front and center when you hear your name!” holding up his spreadsheet. “Jendale! Samatiis! Gwen! Mada-An-haron! Kentz!” The house master walks down the selected few and pushes on Kentz’ chest. “You’re up, come with me. The rest of you can go about whats left of your lives!”\n\nKentz folds his ears down…. “Who…?”\n\n“Excuse you, did a master speak to you? No? Then shut up!”\n\n“Who is it?” Taking a step back…\n\nThe house master sighs… “Now I see why he asked for you by name...”\n\n“So the names aren’t random?” Kentz darts off away from the house master… “RUNNER!!!” several guards chasing after him, grabbing hold after another bruised up beast steps out of the crowd and shoves Kentz into the dirt.\n\nOne of Kentz’ gang buddies blurts out “Suck it up Kentz, we all get picked by someone for something, and its not going to be good.”\n\nThe guards drag him through the lot kicking and screaming, out through the iron bound door.\n\nThe house master calls the assisting canine forward, seeing full well why she tripped up one of her own. “Who are you, and why did you end up here?”\n\nThe teenager shifts about… “Katia, and I was passed up the show rooms, the masters said I was too mundane.” Her ratty tail sags between her legs.\n\n“Mundane, that is all, nothing else?”\n\nShe shakes her her head… “All I that know about”\n\nThe house master sighs, “I am Trincent” Taking her by the wrist… “You are mine now. But only because I pity you and you saved me a lot of frustration by not having to chase that other one down. From now on, you will serve my household.”\n\nThe guards pin Kentz to the floor, smothering his muzzle with a rag saturated with Datron’s mixture. “breath it in dog, you can’t hold your breath forever… I said SUCK IT!” The irate guard beats slams his fist into Kents kidney, forcing the anthro cough and suck air, taking in all the sweet smelling fumes. His resistance wanes while tipping his eyes into his brow…\n\n“Here ya go bugger, its nap time for you.” one of the guards charged with bringing Kentz to Dromwind and his new owner for confirmation, takes a small vial out and pours it into under the animals tongue.\n\nC6 – Return\n\nDromwind and his patron occupy a fine cedar-wood desk, discussing the places of the world and their travels, a rare moment of education for anyone within ear shot. “Ah, what have we here...” Dromwind rises from his seat, as do the others when a cart is brought to them. The guards pull back the tarp…“Is he the one?”\n\n“Yes, hes the one...” Imji can’t help but have a dirty grin beside Kenjar while starting at his attacker in the wagon.\n\n“Very well!” Dromwind shuffles some parchments, sign here, and here, this one is your copy… and your silvers. Your patronage is very much appreciated. Also, I must recommend the collars from Andre. His shop is across the street and can turn even a simple iron collar into something comfortable. Its best to have something on Imji here lest the city try to round him up.”\n\n“We’ll drop by, there are several things I still require, including clothing...”\n\n“Ah… yes…” Dromwind glances at Imji… “Very well, I wish you the best, but I must return to my business now, there are more customers to serve.”\n\n“Sir, your property?”\n\nKenjar nods at his pet guards… “Yes, I have a cart just outside of this wing...” moving to pick Kentz up.\n\n“No, we will haul him to the door, it is no trouble at all! It is, part of the service here.”\n\n“I see… very well, follow me.”\n\nKenjar steps outside and almost immediately Kiff swats at his friend “Hey, theres Mr.Axes” Imji feeling a shiver go down his spine when he follows suit… for he first time, traveling without chains, in a cage, or having guards and the threat of death preventing him from running.\n\nThe guards pull the tarps off and drag the slave up into the cart like a ragdoll. “Any pickpockets?” Glancing over his goods… seeing all in order.\n\n“Nie! Its pretty hard to mess with anything when someone sits in front of it!”\n\n“Very good...”\n\nOne of the leather clad guards puts in his own two coppers, “Yeah, the kids are pretty good about keeping peoples stuff safe…”\n\nHendrix scuffs on the dirt… “Well, its a pretty easy job compared to other stuff...”\n\n“Mhmm, alright, hes tied up pretty good to the cart so he shouldn’t be able to roll out of there. Just know that the drugs will wear off in an hour or two. He was a real bitch and a half when he learned someone bought him, so I guess he must have done something.”\n\n“That he did, and what happens to him is ultimately up to Imji here.”\n\nThe jackal glances at everyone in the conversation. Then, Kiff butts in… “That one over there? Hes kind of cute, well actually they both are…” Imji blushes with people laugh at his expense.\n\n“Alright alright, its been good but the day is growing short, and we should be getting a move on.”\n\n“Bah! Very well, stop by again sometime.”\n\nThe crowd gives their parting words, while Kenjar tried to get out of there. “Imji, cart! That is if it isn’t too heavy with Kentz back there.”\n\nImji picks up the handles… “I can pull it, but I’m not sure how far…” Kenjar starts walking off to the rest of the errands… “You won’t be pulling all the way back home… just around town. Hmm.. Collar, clothing, preferably at least one red garment for today… footwear…” Going down his list…\n\nThe two bumble about the stores surrounding the slave pens... Imji’s fur dripping with sweat from the increasingly heavy wagon, but gaining wraps and sandals for his feet… a brass collar lined with fur that he isn’t required to wear on the homestead, his waist wrapped by a simple red cloth, with several loins and finer garments behind him. He watches his lot improve with every stop, wondering to himself if his new situation would last or if this was all some kind of cruel game.\n\nImji passes through the gates of the city, passing through the outer farms and into the country… “Why is it so easy to breath out here? The air isn’t heavy at all...”\n\nKenjar laughs at the question… “Because cities are filthy filthy places, the raw sewage in the streets, the trash, rotting food, thousands of men and beasts all crammed together in the same area. It all corrupts the air, filling it with stink, foul taste, and the like. That isn’t to say the country is perfect, a goat can stink the place up a great distance… also you have pulled long enough, we still have about an hours walk to go before reaching Antwood.”\n\n“An hour!?”\n\nThey switch positions with Kenjar taking up his cart… “Damn, he is heavy! And yes, about an hour.”\n\nKenjar shifts his shoulders around with the cart…\n\n“So have you thought of a way to kill him yet?”\n\nImji smiles with his ears down as they walk up and down the hills… “I’ve had some ideas but those were back in the unwanted wing, when someone would try to stop me. Now I’m not sure what to do to him.”\n\n“We got time, and he should stay asleep at least until we can get him tied up to something… or just tie one foot to a tree and you can kick the shit out of him until he stops moving…”\n\nImji looks at the cart, wishing he could see his new toy… “how do they kill people in the Amphitheaters? Surely there is a way to drag it out...”\n\nKenjar sighs… “Beheading, stabbing, stomping them to death, evisceration, sometimes there will be one or two left alive and the opposing team will stab them with spears until they die. Some re-enactments involve pulling someones skin off, and such, it can get messy. Once in a while there is a clean death, but its almost always between champions in a structured tournament. They do it out of respect for each other… That said, I’m a big fan of watching the winner gut his opponent and pretty much anything that paints the dirt red with excessive amounts of blood.”\n\nImji lets his imagination run wild for a bit, his sheath swelling when he thinks about what he can do to Kentz… “So… I can actually do anything I want to him… right?”\n\n“Hah! It finally came to you? Yes, you can kill him anyway you like. I suppose I should say you own him. What, thought of something?”\n\nHis knot swells, hidden behind a red cloth. Anything brighter may be stained by blood and dirt.\n\n“Yes… I think I’ll...”\n\nKenjar stops him… “Surprise me with it!” his jackal giving a nod.\n\nThe lot travel down the unimproved roads, the wind kicking up their dust and sending it over the hills. Rising up another hill, the midskin man points to a small town between two fingers like the one they stand upon. “That is Antwood overthere, we are going up above it onto the side of the big hill, near the edge of the forest… you can haul before we get to the farms… lest my social status deteriorate. Hah!”\n\nImji gazes out over the tree tops… “Ah, I see it!… and I can pull it now if you want me to.”\n\n“As you wish… Its largely downhill from here, until we get to the other side of town. On a side note, the hill we are on points directly at Hattila. You can also follow the side of this hill through the forest, and around the top of the big hill there, never go directly over lest someone else be up there. Home is directly on the other side.\n\n“This is good to know…” taking up the bars and rolling onward without much effort… several people in town commenting on Imji.\n\nC7 – Home\n\nKenjar pulls his cart up the rocky hillside, the path clearly marked with pillars of stacked stone… as the town vanishes around the corner behind them, his home enters in the front, just passed an old stone windmill…\n\n“Here?!” Imji looks at the place, feeling like royalty compared to his previous living conditions even though the home would fall into the realm of middle class. “It looks so nice… everything is clean!”\n\n“Yes, if there is one thing that I can be a bit obsessive about, its keeping a clean yard…” Kenjar pulls the cart around to the back side of the fence… “Alright lets secure your friend before unloading.” He takes the tarp off and rolls it up before dragging Kentz out of the wagon… “Anything specific?”\n\nImji can’t help but smile… “Against the fence, lets sit him up against the fence and tie his arms to it so he can watch… and I’ll need something sharp.”\n\nKenjar goes through the motions, recycling the dogs bindings and securing him several times to his fence… “This should be interesting… alright lets tend to the oddities until he wakes up”\n\nIf its edible and cold it goes in the root-cellar, the rest to the storehouse over there. Your clothing, brushes, and other items, left side of the house, there is a privacy board as well, if you wish to use it. Eventually, once the larger storehouse is finished over there, you can use the old one as your personal space… but that probably won’t be until the end of the year.”\n\nThe animal sees to his masters wishes, finding the root-cellar fascinating due to its cool climate. He runs his hand across the wool blanket on his bed, the construction largely unremarkable, but its off the floor. A tear sprouts in his eye...\n\n“Hey Imji!” his owner steps in through the door… finding himself being squeezed by his furball.\n\nImjis ears and tail fold down… “All of this and I never thanked you...”\n\nKenjar scratches through his slaves fur… “I’m not the type to need thanking, or apologies, and such things. Oh and your buddy out there woke up, he doesn’t sound too happy either.”\n\nImji laughs and lets go of his master…\n\n“There’s also this...” Kenjar presents an older knife while Kentz screaming can he heard outside.. “One I picked up in my warring days, its sturdy and sharp, otherwise kind of plain…” He pats the dog’s arm. “Enjoy.”\n\nImji examines the small knife and clips it back into its leather sheath. The blade being about a palms width. He grins… taking off his red garment and placing it on his bed... “Well, lets go see Kentz...” stepping out the door.. “I’ll be there in a moment...”\n\nC8 -\n\nImji exits through the wattle gate and looms over Kentz, who was frantically gnawing at his lashings. “IMJI!? Let me up! Please Imji I’m sorry, I...” His eyes track over to Kenjar, whom changed into a less noble garment, old and worn out with an earthen cream color.\n\n“No no no no!!! You are the master from the…\n\n“Yes… the one you were pelting with rocks and shouting obscenities at… seems people like you have a habit of it.”\n\n“Master!! I’m sor...”\n\n“Don’t beg me! If there is anyone you should plead with is Imji here!” Kenjai settles down in the grass, propped up on his knees.\n\nHis eyes shift over to the jackal… “Imji? Imji I shouldn’t have… let me up please Imji I’m sorry… there...”\n\nImji sighs… “You aren’t sorry, you are sorry you got bought by the master who you were trying to fight with! All the times I cried for you to stop and all you did was keep kicking the shit out of me… it was a fucking joke to you. I wonder if this is just another damn act to get something!?”\n\nKentz eyes widen when Imji pulls the knife from its bindings. “IMJI!!!? IMJI PLEASE!!!”\n\nThe jackals sheath swells… pink flesh protruding from it for every to see as he kneels down by Kentz.\n\n“Tsh!! Save it! If you want to put on a show, then you will get a show a show!” Imji presses the point of the blade into the dogs navel, watching his panting rise and fall against it. “In a minute or so, this knife is going to open your belly and I’m going to pull all the sacs of flesh out of you while you scream and howl for me to stop, and I’m not going to.”\n\nImji teases the knifes tip through Kentz fur, his pleading eyes and tears explode to illegible screaming when the knife thrusts into his flank. The beast’s legs squirming and cringing in the grass, pissing himself from the agonizing pain. The knife slicing through his flesh, his mind following the blade’s edge under his stomach, down to the other side of his body.\n\nThe jackals eyes light up with bliss and pleasure when Kentz entrails slide out of the widening wound, spilling into his lap. He slides his member out of his sheath and slices the thrashing dog open further, ripping the knife up to his ribs and stabbing the poor beast several times.\n\n“Lets see these...” Imji fishes his hands around inside Kentz’ body, gently pulling this intestines out further. Imji flops back against the fence, looking at his master, whom is clearly enjoying the spectacle as much as he is. “Hows that that look?”\n\n“YOU FUCK”… Kentz gasps for air between his scream of gnashing pain.\n\n“Messy, and fun… please continue!”\n\nImji sets the knife in the grass and pushes both hands into Kentz, digging his claws into the dogs liver. Blood smears though their fur while Imji jerks, and leans back pulling, sloping and wet sucking ripple in the air, the rubber piece of flesh ripping free in his hands. While his penis pulses lewdly from excitemet and sending spurts across Kentz leg.\n\nKenjar snickers at the whole ordeal…\n\nImji, unphased, drops the organ in the pile of viscera and reenters his kill with the knife, watching the animals eyes roll back into his skull. He works his hand behind Kentz stomach and cuts it free from his body, letting it roll out and slide down between his legs…\n\nThe jackal watches the slaves breathing become laborious, his body falling limp and unconscious while his entrails still twist and churn over his sheath…\n\n“Too bad, I was going to carve his chest open next...” wiping blood across Kentz’ face. Imji settling instead to cutting Kentz heart out through his belly… blood pouring out over the pile of glistening flesh.\n\n“Well, what do we do with him now?” Nodding to Kenjar…\n\nThe midskin laughs, “we skin him, then drag whats left into the forest or bury it. His pelt has quite a few holes so I doubt it will bring more than a silver or two… I suppose you can use it as an additional blanket.”\n\nImji’s skin crawls… “Probably better if he keeps someone else warm…” not wanting to keep anything from his kill… much less this asshole.”\n\nKenjar gets up laughing… “Well, drag him over here to the rack and we’ll get started on him...”\n\nImji looking at the dead Kentz… Wondering if he would enjoy doing this again to someone… in a real fight. . .\n\n“Tsh...”\n\nEND. ","description_bbcode_parsed":"An Introduction to Kel-Savon
C1 - Kenjar
The earth gives way, crumbling and tossing over its-self with each rake of Kenjar's garden claw as he builds the soil into a uniform row. The winds hail from the south, and with them, the spring season. Kenjar takes his rest on a great stone marking the corner of his plot and looks down over the rolling hills. His figure well developed, adorned with tattoos, brands, and scars from battles long since passed. “He shouldn’t run...” The thoughts pass through Kenjar’s mind, his sight turning to the larger, unfinished storehouse, the foundation of which is built from stones cleared from the hillsides. He sighs, gaze sinking back over to his nearly finished row, tired of spending season after season alone, with only only the occasional visitor seeking to contract his trade-skills as an armor smith.
Kenjar takes up his war axes and gathers his tools into the smaller storehouse before drawing water up from the well to bathe. The day’s dust washes into the grass, his mind entertaining what could be that one item he will inevitably forget to buy. “Pfff...” Nothing comes to mind, he pops his spine several times and towels off before going to his bed.
A light appears in the dimness of the early morning, a groggy hulk exercises finesse while shaving and clothing himself in more presentable garments. The turquoise adorning his hide belt being far from great value, but still serve as a symbol of status and economic standing. Kenjar puts on a small white robe to cover the markings across his body and blows out the lamp. He takes his twin war axes, and steps into the handles of his oak cart, departing for Hatila. The city being a little over an hours walk but the center of trade for the region and the only location with a decent slave market, unlike the nearby town of Antwood. Kenjar smirks to himself in rattle of his cart, the sun still not yet risen above the horizon, “At least I’ll be able to split the pulling on the way back...”
C2 – Hattila
Kenjar pulls his cart through the open gates, trying not to breath the stink of the city too deep. He wonders to himself why only the eastern kingdoms seem to grasp the concept of sewers. “and these filthy people have the nerve to call me a heathen barbarian...” His pace hastens, checking off things on his list as he acquires them, ignoring what he knows he can get locally, even if the expense is a little more.
Kenjar eyes up and down merchant after merchant all trying to hawk their wares. A rotting head of broccoli whizzes over him and hits a shopkeepers’ awning. “The hell!?” The thick bearded shop-keep turns to look at the passing man, then across the street, his face melting on eye contact. “EDGAR!!!” Several more locals turn to a heavy set woman with a wooden rod, her bust built and carried as if it were ready for war. “EDGAR! YOU FILTHY GOAT!!” The shopkeeper rushes back inside and bars his door… “YOU CAN’T HIDE IN THERE FOREVER” Kenjar hustles out of the heat of other peoples business while the woman marches through the quickly dissipating populace. Not one having the stones to tell her to go back to her husband. “Bloody apes...” he mutters.
Upon entering the amphitheater district, Kenjar can’t help but admire the structure, the roaring coming out of it. He reminisces about old times for the moment, and hastens his way down a left turn, straight to the south side of town where he can browse the selections of flesh.
C3 – Dromwind’s Flesh Eportium
Kenjar pulls his somewhat heavier cart into auction grounds, setting it down under a large oak and covering his good with a leather tarp. Two young men barely in their twenties quickly inquire with him as he approaches the auction house.
“Hey mister, you going inside?” The younger of the two jumps in “We guard peoples carts and horses n stuff! For coin”
Kenjar nods… “And the guards? I don’t suppose they are just for show?”
“Oh they do watch the lot, but mostly for runaway slaves and horse thieves, you know, big theft. Pickpockets and petty thievery sometimes go unnoticed, not to say they won’t chase someone down if they catch wind of it. The extra security we provide doesn’t cost the establishment here anything so they don’t mind us… also, I’m Hendrix Bon-caress, Hendrix for short”
“Or Bonkers” His associate interjects before Hendrix gives a sharp elbow “OWW”
“That one is Kiff… you look fairly interesting for these parts, who might you be?”
Kenjar looks at them with amusement… “I’m Kenjar of Markara and the Great East-bend Isles.”
“Markara!?” They look at him with surprise.“Beyond the east mountains Markara?” Hendrix asks… “Yes...” “How did you end up out here!?”
Kenjar nods… “walking, paying for carriage, but mostly walking.”
Kiff gives a little look of disbelief “Walking all the way from the east… You must have seen all sorts of things!”
“Many things” confirming…
Hendrix butts in and brings the conversation back to the topic at hand. “I have so many questions about what its like beyond the dominion but we can’t really keep you here all day… so, do you want us to keep an eye on your stuff? Its two copper Imminars, Idans, Langes, ehh, well they are all good money.”
Kenjar shifts about… “Hmm… two coppers isn’t too much, but I suppose that is the point.”
Hendrix chuckles to himself, “Yes, most people in the town deem it a worthy expense since the place is littered with lowlifes and thugs. But, a few good days where nothing happens more than pays for the one where we have to run someone off or fight them. The guards are more than happy to jump in, especially if we do all the foot work and they don’t have to run.”
Kenjar smirks, “Very well, you two seem to be honest enough, here is your coin, I’ll move my cart closer for ease.” “Much appreciated”
Kenjar makes his way passed the guards and is immediately besieged by several custodians who take his adorned clothing to heart. “Excuse me! You look like a man who is looking for some strong subjects, fighters, if you w…” “NO! no no! This man carries himself with too much prestige to be involved with such rancid things...” “Perhaps something more tender, or debauched, a females touch perhaps?” “HE-entered-the-fighters-wing, he wants someone strong!”
“Excuse me gentlemen...” Kenjar makes his way around the bumbling sales pinches… turning about when an old ghost of a man injects his common sense wisdom into the matter. “People… people… if you simply ask the man what he seeks first, then, you may be in a position to help him find it.”
Kenjar points at the man.. “You, I want, lets talk...” continuing to walk down the auctions of wolves, dark skins, dragons, and sorted species.
“My name is Dromwind, I apologize for my overly zealous staff how many I be of an assistance to you.”
“Kenjar - - There is no need to apologize, they seek to do well in their positions. I’m looking for a companion, someone to keep me company but not necessarily for pleasure… just, social.”
“I see, Kennnharr… you are from the far east are you not? You have the look one of a man from the Isles”
“Yes, the Ossolo island.”
They stop and watch the bidding progress on a dark skin. . .
“Ossolo… I know of this island but I never stepped foot on it, I almost always made port at Jullolo when I sailed to the Great Isles, Interesting culture there and very beautiful women. I believe there are several in the pleasure wing.”
The subject of the auction turns and flexes his back to the bidders striking them with a double bicep pose. “16 silver Imminars, can I get 18, 18 silver Imminars, man in the blue vest, 20...”…
“Ah, I will keep that in mind if I want to look for a good woman, but I’ve been keeping an eye out for one of the dog-men, or a smaller dragon, male, the colors and such aren’t terribly important. That man up there seems to know hes going to command a high price.”
“28 silver Idans! Do I...”
“Yes he is, I believe his name is something... Al-Hajza, a particularly dangerous man. He lives for fighting and killing and does not hide the pleasure he gets from it. His owner died, kicked in the head by a horse according to the man who brought him in. None of his relatives wanted anything to to with his fighting business, so the slaves ended up here. As for your companion search, you may find someone in the labor wing.
We try to sort the slaves by their qualities but if they aren’t in a show room or auction, they will be in the general housing. People are also permitted into the housing area after signing a waiver. Even though we do our best to protect our patrons, there are still... risks, when being surrounded by so many other creatures and lesser races.”
“Housing would be ideal, I’m looking for personality, interests and traits that might not be so easily quantified. I can be somewhat, adverse, to owning another person and would rather feel out any potential candidates, find one that is less likely to run off.”
“Hmm, Yes, I’m sure you will will find what you are looking for, if not, another shipment from the north west is due soon. However, I suspect a lot of them are captures from the border and may not be very forth coming for anything beyond the theaters or chain labor. The housing in this way, to the center of the establishment.”
“56 silver, anyone for 58? 58! One gold Imminar with eight, sixty silvers! One gold with 12!” The bidding breaking down into a war with three people as the price accelerates!
Dromwind glances over while passing between two auction platforms, the dark one still showing off his physique, twisting and posing, his battle scars put before the eyes of hardened men and their slaves as they continue to raise their bids. “I AM Gurajzha Al-Hajza! I will bleed for you! I will kill for you! I will die for your pleasure!!!”
“He is a real piece of work there” Kenjar states.
Dromwind turns to his patron, “Yes, yes he is. Its not every day a slave sells for gold coin. This way! But, on that subject, I am curious. During my days sailing the world, I often heard that Markarians use gold exclusively in the buying and selling of people, is there any truth to that?”
The hustle of the auction floor quiets after entering a rather wide hallway.
“It is not a law, but it is a part of the culture, an unwritten rule so to speak. Even if the coin has to be split into pieces for lesser slaves, all trades involving life are expected to have the majority value paid for in gold. It is uncommon for slaves and even more so for captives to be sold for anything less than gold. Mercenaries are also paid in gold, soldiers are paid in silver for practical reasons, and so on.”
“That is fairly interesting, I’m too old to sail about again, and my sons are unlikely to ever get a letter from me as it would go to a port only for them to go to another! Well, here we are… sign your name here, date, and I’ll sign as having borne witness to it. The waiver is on the very front, if you wish to read it. Keeping a single log book for the waiver and making a copy is far easier and cheaper than paying a scribe to produce hundreds of copies of the same bloody page. Also, sign in here and likewise when you exist, including slaves. The guards will send for someone to assist you with the transaction.
“It makes sense.” Kenjar flips the two or so inches of pages to glance at what he is signing… “Very well.” The warrior scribble on the ledger.
“You not only write, but write well, an educated man. If you ever find yourself in need of a job, please speak with me.”
“I’ll keep that in mind, right next to the Markarian women.”
Dromwind cracks up with a laugh, “I’m sure you will.” He clears his throat and steps away to attend his business. “If you need anything, I will be in the fighters wing, I prefer to loiter about because of the occasional fights that break out there. And, please do not kill any of the stock unless you are ready to buy them!”
Kenjar grins at the old man… “I’ll play nice.” and steps out into the light of the court yard.
C4 – Imji
The heat of the mid day passes over him, dust from his tread, rising through the wind.
“Oh look, another one” “No points if he catches you!” “OH HEWWWMANNN!!!” A small rock clips Kenjar’s ear, his hand snapping up to shield his eyes. Three white-furred beasts dart off into the long houses anticipating a chase.
“Tshh… they’re scratched off.”
Kenjar walks deeper into the sparsely populated court, keeping an indifferent posture to the beast and men alike looking at him as they pass by. Some make distance, others size him up, and yet still, more wonder what he seeks and if he can be approached.
He stops beside a bold, toned dragon, only a few inches over him in height. “How old are you…?” He inquires of the furred beast.
“fourteen years. . . master.” He states in a begrudging, almost sarcastic manner..
“Only fourteen? If that is the case, you are going to be big… very big. Have you a name? I go by Kenjar”
“Samatiis… master. I’ve been told that by so many others, they say its the biggest part of why I am still here, I would be too big to control and no one wants someone they can’t control. That means you need to keep moving...”
“Very well. Samatiis… it is a fair name. Your size would be not be a concern if perhaps if you were in a position to not need control. I could make use of...”
“Look!” The Samatiis abruptly interrupts Kenjar… “You think I haven’t figured that out? I’m probably going to be sold to one of the amphitheaters soon, I asked one of the house masters to try and work something out. I’m not passing on something I just might be good at it and I don’t need some human trying to sweet talk me into something else, Now GO!”
Kenjar watches the dragon’s ears move about as it shifts in place, posturing. His eyes however do not hide his broken spirit. He turns away from the furdragon and eyes over the others who seem less hostile, catching wind of brawling across the yard.
Intent and purpose emanate from his steps as he walks toward the fight. A dogman having been beaten to the ground is kicked repeatedly, by several others. The assault ending as Kenjar approaches, making uncomfortable eye contract with one of the assailants, while his right hand grips his holstered axe.
“Hey kentz, lets go!” said Peblo, pointing out the approaching midskin human. “Next time Imji… psh.”
Several others from the crowd break away back into the their groups, returning to half log benches and idle games. A few concerned and curious beasts remain leaning on the housing, watching Imji ease onto his knees while a human extends a helping hand.
“Do not pay mind to assholes.” Pulling Imji up, he continues his assessment of the naked animal.“This isn’t the first time it has happened, is it?”
“Tsh!” “No, and you should have let them continue; now he has a reason to come back tonight.”
“Is that so… I take it your name is Imji. The short one addressed you as such.”
“Yeah, its Imji.” Wiping some of the blood and dirt off his face. “I shouldn’t have to put up with him for much longer though, my time has been up for a while… so is his.” Imji kicks the dust with a bit of indifference.
“Time being up, you mean the next train of slaves coming from the north west?” Kenjar picks a piece of grass off of Imji “You missed one...”
“Tsh!” He brushes off his fur where the grass was picked from... “Qsymyovwa again? The people who come from there, they… fall apart. Only the theater masters seem to buy them. I’ll probably end up there too, since Kentz happened. I think hes does it for show though, still trying to get sold as a fighter and not unwanted trash.”
Kenjar shakes his head about, “No… everyone here is wanted for something, it just might not be very good.”
A yellow hound leans out the window of one of the lodges, shouting out with utter rudeness…
“Hey Imji, whos your butt buddy there, you two going to fuck for us?!?”
Imji chucks a rock at the open window, completely missing it… “WOULD YOU PISS OFF ALREADY!!”
Kenjar starts laughing…
“What!?”
“Its nothing important...”
Imji looks at Kenjar all irate… “Who even are you, what do you want back here with unwanted trash?”
The man expresses a the slightest bit of surprise... “Kenjar… and what do you mean by “back here with unwanted trash”?”
“Well, Kenjar… you don’t have a blooming clue where you are, do you?” Imji flusters and throws his hands out… “Welcome to the unwanted wing!, All of those who don’t get minimum bid end up here. Its not actually a wing of the auction house but it might as well be.”
Kenjar tips his head a bit and rubs his eyes… “That old geezer… never under estimate the elderly. I guess this explains the unusual level of hostility.”
Imji snickers… “Someone duped ya?”
“I wouldn’t put it quite like that, this is still technically general housing… when you said “...since Kentz happened.” I get the impression you had something other than the theaters in mind...”
His ears fold back…
“The masters here, well… my best and pretty much only quality was for pleasure, probably being someones toy. Though, it was possible I just might end up in a nicer ‘pleasure house’ because of being a Black-back ‘king’ jackal… PSH! King of WHAT?! BRUISES?! Labor came second even though they call me a scrawny litter runt but bruises and black eyes don’t sell there either, they are ‘trouble’. So what are you looking for that you can’t find in any of the wings, you don’t look like you are short of money.”
Kenjar shifts about, crossing his arms to a position of defensive thought…
“I suppose you could say I’m feeling out potential buys…” Imji’s face relaxes a bit, ears forward. “…since I’m going to be around the person pretty much all the time. I’m looking for… personality, its not something that is easily gauged from a show room or auction.”
“…”
Imji’s fur stands up over his spine… “So… what does that mean?”
“It means, I’m still here talking to you. But, any further measurements would need to account for you knowing you are being measured.”
The local slaves trying to ease-drop without ruining someone else’ chance out…
“Well, aside from a winning personality, what else were you looking for? Even if its not one of my strong points...”
Kenjar sighs, “A companion...”
Imji blushes, taking another look at Kenjar… “A companion… for pleasure… and…?”
The man bumbles with corrections after conveying the wrong concept...
“… Ah, No not like that! The more social kind, I’m not opposed to… other stuff, but your body is your own and I will not force you. It gets old being the only person, even with the occasional patron of my services. I can be a hermit but only so much of one without it biting at me. Make no mistake though, there is work to be done and you will have your fill of it… if you so choose to come with me. It is a much better life than the alternatives and I don’t care much for the that ‘master’ title crap. Only when other people are around should you use it.”
Imji cocks his head to the side… not really knowing what to say to a golden ticket offer.
“I get a choice in this?!” Imji falls over himself a bit with mixed feelings… “Yes, I’ll come! But there has to be something you aren’t telling me… The people who come through here don’t usually have the best intentions for us… what kind of work do you need done?”
“Farm work, making rows in the fields, pulling weeds, clearing stones, and yes, there there are things I have yet to tell you as well as ask of you, the same is likely true for you as well. It would be quite the feat to learn every detail in a day. And without the owner of this establishment leading me here - his name is Dromwind - I might not have come, and instead found someone in general housing. I have a feeling the old man cares what happens to everyone in here but ultimately he has a business to run.”
Imji sighs…
“So what about you… anything bad I should know about? Whats with the axes?
“Weapons were gifted to me by Overseer Horzi Maldune for faithful service in his legion and securing a noteworthy victory against Mahyra… its the northern border of Markara, and north east border of Ethegur. The only ‘bad’ or just unsavory thing that comes to mind is that I often watch the fights outside of the gates, especially if there is a deathmatch going. And I frequent the theaters.”
Imji’s ears fold down, then back up. “The theaters? So… what are they like?”
Kenjar sighs… “It depends on whats going on at the time. The fighters bought at the main auctions and show rooms, they often get a chance to prove themselves as warriors. Theaters, arenas, pits, and even the open fights just outside of town, it doesn’t matter, they are bought up because their owners want them to win. Now, when someone from a theater bids on the cheapest slaves, its almost always for a one way slaughter or they need someone to die as part of a story re-enactment.”
Imji shifts in place, “So I would have never even got a chance to…!” His eyes and attention catch something behind Kenjar, He picks up on the telegraphing and turns get a rock striking the side of his neck.
“HEY PEACHY! HOW LONG YOU GUNA TALK TO THAT RUNT!?” Kentz chucks another rock at Kenjar, his gang buddies having a laugh at it all.
“The asshole has a point, we can continue on the way back home, is there anything you need to gather up?
“No…”
Imji smiles though, turning away from the lot of the unwanted, having his moment of bliss broken by a used corn cob slapping his back. Kentz screams out “SOMEONES GUNA GET THEIR BUTT FUCKED BY A SECOND RATE HUMAN!”
Imji’s fur rides high in anger, continuing to walk toward the door with his soon to be master. However, Kenjar stops, grumbling to himself with his main hand on his ax.
“That’s it!” he huffs “Imji, do you want to kill the stupid prick? Otherwise, I will.”
The Jackals eyes light up. “Absolutely!” the tip of his tail swaying side to side for the first time in years.
“Alright, lets go push some papers with the staff, maybe Dromwind is still idling about.”
Imji cocks his head all confused… “Push.. papers? What does that mean…?”
“Handling papers, getting a signed record that you have been paid for, description, registration number, and such. Basically just being… witty or some such.”
Kentz trots out to the middle of the yard while quite distressed… “The fucker actually got out of here…”
Kenjar pounds on the door, the eye-slide revealing a guard clad with a bronze mask. “Yes?”
Imji nudges closer to his ticket out. “We wish to exit, One master, one slave.”
“Aye!” the peephole clicks shut as the wrought iron door opens… and Imji takes another step toward a better life. “Be sure to sign the log book!”
The dim hallway that Imji once loathed now bringing him a slight joy…
Milo the guard pokes Imji “You’re a real lucky bastard, beast! VERY few slaves ever come out of there without being sold for entertainment, chain labor, or to some other cruel path. As for you, big man, you must be Kenjar, yes?”
“I would be hard to miss...”
“I have not the patience for cheeky comments, Midskin! You are Kenjar or you are someone else!”
“Yes, I am Kenjar Hajzee...”
“Good!” He turns to his shift mate Jyargo Vey… “Jyargo, take them to bossman!”
“Nay!” says Henderson, one of the off going guards. “I’ll take them, its on the way out anyway.”
Kenjar looks around at everyone, wanting to know whats going on…
“What is this about seeing Dromwind? He left special orders or something?”
Henderson nods “Yes, He told us that if you came out of there with someone; he wished to handle the transaction himself. I don’t know why, nor do I care, at long as the bossman stays happy!”
Kenjar scratches at his nose… “Very well then, lets not keep him waiting.” . . . “Indeed.”
Kenjar takes Imji by the wrist while wading through the dozens of people, “Keep close and don’t get lost!”
“There he is! There, by those fairskin braggarts in their robes and fancy armor!” The guardsman points across the auction floor.
Kenhar laughs… “Perhaps we can stir the hive and give the old man an excuse to break away from such jesters.” Henderson leads the approach, “Yes, I applaud that notion, though they do look a little, rough, no matter.” . . . “Gentlemen, what might I do you for?”
The head pompous “Excuse you? We are in the middle of a matter that does not concern you!”
Kenjar takes a step forward… “And what matter would that be?”
The man in shining armor turns to Dromwind “What is this charade? intimidation? I WILL NOT be intimidated by the likes of you or your goons!” “The belligerent man pokes his index finger into Dromwind’s robes repeatedly... “You-sold-me a slave that was supposedly a fighter! But yet, the very first match he goes into, THE first match, not even so much as a minute in, HE HAS HIS THROAT TORN OUT!!!”
Hands move to weapons while Dromwind’s guards step in to push the man back. “I am sorry for your loss, I am, but there is naught that I will do for you beyond a discount on another slave. The stock here are categorized and sold based on many factors, including: strength, disposition for violence, their own personal desires, prior history, and so forth. The darkskins and beasts being auctioned around you are best suited for fighting, that doesn’t mean they have experience in fighting, much less deathmatch!”
“You thieving snake! I’ll have you know that… Get your hands off me you inbred filth!”
The old wispy man gives the signal to his guards to get the men out of his establishment…
Kenjar shifts his weight to one foot… then the other… “Try asking nicely, or, draw your sword and make him.” Egging the men on as they are manhandled to the exist while spouting obscenities.
“We will handle them sir, the city guards may be happy to have new people to play with.” Old bossmas gets a small rise out of such a comment. “Thank you Henderson...”
Dromwind turns to Kenjar and to Imji… “Ahh… one of my most interesting guests today! Have you found what you seek?”
“I believe so…” slapping his new dogman on the back… “He should fix up well enough… there is another slave in there I wish to buy as well, his name is Kentz, a yellow dog. Hes quite the trouble maker and he will be a flight risk, anything you can do about that?
“Yes, its no trouble to line them up, I’ll have him drugged into a sleep. You do have a way to carry him back right?”
“Yes, I have a cart outside behind watched by Kiff and… that bonker guy. Getting him home won’t be any problem, especially now that I have help.
Dromwind laughs… “Yes, yes, help I see indeed… and what made you pick him over the others if I may ask?”
Imji looks at Kenjar wanting to know as well… “In short… I watched him get back up after having the shit kicked out of him by Kentz and his group, even being in the unwanted wing. He hasn’t let his situation break him. There is also the little bit about not sucking up to me or act timid.”
“Hmph… and you aren’t the least bit angry with being sent to the unwanted housing?”
“I’m sure there is some amount of anger but its imperceptible, though I’m concerned that by trying to give someone in the unwanted section a chance, the person I may have found in general housing will now otherwise lose out.”
“I see, yes, you have a point there. You could always shop in the general housing as well. I jest, I jest… Though since you know about Kentz picking fights with Imji… I must pry, what do you want with him?”
Imji turns his eyes away and looks about the auctionhouse.
“I did my best to ignore him, as did Imji, but his antics and his persistence in trying to provoke people is going to be his undoing, for provocation he has succeeded in. I’ll spare the details and put it simply, we mean to kill him.”
Imji blushing and feeling a little embarrassed.
“I understand… well then, both of them can be had for their last starting bids, which should be around… well you can have them both for 16 silver Imminars. ”
Kenjar pulls out half of a gold Imminar...“I don’t suppose you can make change?”
“Pwahh, who do you think I am? Of course I can make change! Now come with me, there are papers to sign.”
C5 – Kentz and Katia
Shortly thereafter…
“Alright you buggering skinge, get out here and line up!” The unwashed masses form up a single file line in front of the exit gate. “Five random! Step front and center when you hear your name!” holding up his spreadsheet. “Jendale! Samatiis! Gwen! Mada-An-haron! Kentz!” The house master walks down the selected few and pushes on Kentz’ chest. “You’re up, come with me. The rest of you can go about whats left of your lives!”
Kentz folds his ears down…. “Who…?”
“Excuse you, did a master speak to you? No? Then shut up!”
“Who is it?” Taking a step back…
The house master sighs… “Now I see why he asked for you by name...”
“So the names aren’t random?” Kentz darts off away from the house master… “RUNNER!!!” several guards chasing after him, grabbing hold after another bruised up beast steps out of the crowd and shoves Kentz into the dirt.
One of Kentz’ gang buddies blurts out “Suck it up Kentz, we all get picked by someone for something, and its not going to be good.”
The guards drag him through the lot kicking and screaming, out through the iron bound door.
The house master calls the assisting canine forward, seeing full well why she tripped up one of her own. “Who are you, and why did you end up here?”
The teenager shifts about… “Katia, and I was passed up the show rooms, the masters said I was too mundane.” Her ratty tail sags between her legs.
“Mundane, that is all, nothing else?”
She shakes her her head… “All I that know about”
The house master sighs, “I am Trincent” Taking her by the wrist… “You are mine now. But only because I pity you and you saved me a lot of frustration by not having to chase that other one down. From now on, you will serve my household.”
The guards pin Kentz to the floor, smothering his muzzle with a rag saturated with Datron’s mixture. “breath it in dog, you can’t hold your breath forever… I said SUCK IT!” The irate guard beats slams his fist into Kents kidney, forcing the anthro cough and suck air, taking in all the sweet smelling fumes. His resistance wanes while tipping his eyes into his brow…
“Here ya go bugger, its nap time for you.” one of the guards charged with bringing Kentz to Dromwind and his new owner for confirmation, takes a small vial out and pours it into under the animals tongue.
C6 – Return
Dromwind and his patron occupy a fine cedar-wood desk, discussing the places of the world and their travels, a rare moment of education for anyone within ear shot. “Ah, what have we here...” Dromwind rises from his seat, as do the others when a cart is brought to them. The guards pull back the tarp…“Is he the one?”
“Yes, hes the one...” Imji can’t help but have a dirty grin beside Kenjar while starting at his attacker in the wagon.
“Very well!” Dromwind shuffles some parchments, sign here, and here, this one is your copy… and your silvers. Your patronage is very much appreciated. Also, I must recommend the collars from Andre. His shop is across the street and can turn even a simple iron collar into something comfortable. Its best to have something on Imji here lest the city try to round him up.”
“We’ll drop by, there are several things I still require, including clothing...”
“Ah… yes…” Dromwind glances at Imji… “Very well, I wish you the best, but I must return to my business now, there are more customers to serve.”
“Sir, your property?”
Kenjar nods at his pet guards… “Yes, I have a cart just outside of this wing...” moving to pick Kentz up.
“No, we will haul him to the door, it is no trouble at all! It is, part of the service here.”
“I see… very well, follow me.”
Kenjar steps outside and almost immediately Kiff swats at his friend “Hey, theres Mr.Axes” Imji feeling a shiver go down his spine when he follows suit… for he first time, traveling without chains, in a cage, or having guards and the threat of death preventing him from running.
The guards pull the tarps off and drag the slave up into the cart like a ragdoll. “Any pickpockets?” Glancing over his goods… seeing all in order.
“Nie! Its pretty hard to mess with anything when someone sits in front of it!”
“Very good...”
One of the leather clad guards puts in his own two coppers, “Yeah, the kids are pretty good about keeping peoples stuff safe…”
Hendrix scuffs on the dirt… “Well, its a pretty easy job compared to other stuff...”
“Mhmm, alright, hes tied up pretty good to the cart so he shouldn’t be able to roll out of there. Just know that the drugs will wear off in an hour or two. He was a real bitch and a half when he learned someone bought him, so I guess he must have done something.”
“That he did, and what happens to him is ultimately up to Imji here.”
The jackal glances at everyone in the conversation. Then, Kiff butts in… “That one over there? Hes kind of cute, well actually they both are…” Imji blushes with people laugh at his expense.
“Alright alright, its been good but the day is growing short, and we should be getting a move on.”
“Bah! Very well, stop by again sometime.”
The crowd gives their parting words, while Kenjar tried to get out of there. “Imji, cart! That is if it isn’t too heavy with Kentz back there.”
Imji picks up the handles… “I can pull it, but I’m not sure how far…” Kenjar starts walking off to the rest of the errands… “You won’t be pulling all the way back home… just around town. Hmm.. Collar, clothing, preferably at least one red garment for today… footwear…” Going down his list…
The two bumble about the stores surrounding the slave pens... Imji’s fur dripping with sweat from the increasingly heavy wagon, but gaining wraps and sandals for his feet… a brass collar lined with fur that he isn’t required to wear on the homestead, his waist wrapped by a simple red cloth, with several loins and finer garments behind him. He watches his lot improve with every stop, wondering to himself if his new situation would last or if this was all some kind of cruel game.
Imji passes through the gates of the city, passing through the outer farms and into the country… “Why is it so easy to breath out here? The air isn’t heavy at all...”
Kenjar laughs at the question… “Because cities are filthy filthy places, the raw sewage in the streets, the trash, rotting food, thousands of men and beasts all crammed together in the same area. It all corrupts the air, filling it with stink, foul taste, and the like. That isn’t to say the country is perfect, a goat can stink the place up a great distance… also you have pulled long enough, we still have about an hours walk to go before reaching Antwood.”
“An hour!?”
They switch positions with Kenjar taking up his cart… “Damn, he is heavy! And yes, about an hour.”
Kenjar shifts his shoulders around with the cart…
“So have you thought of a way to kill him yet?”
Imji smiles with his ears down as they walk up and down the hills… “I’ve had some ideas but those were back in the unwanted wing, when someone would try to stop me. Now I’m not sure what to do to him.”
“We got time, and he should stay asleep at least until we can get him tied up to something… or just tie one foot to a tree and you can kick the shit out of him until he stops moving…”
Imji looks at the cart, wishing he could see his new toy… “how do they kill people in the Amphitheaters? Surely there is a way to drag it out...”
Kenjar sighs… “Beheading, stabbing, stomping them to death, evisceration, sometimes there will be one or two left alive and the opposing team will stab them with spears until they die. Some re-enactments involve pulling someones skin off, and such, it can get messy. Once in a while there is a clean death, but its almost always between champions in a structured tournament. They do it out of respect for each other… That said, I’m a big fan of watching the winner gut his opponent and pretty much anything that paints the dirt red with excessive amounts of blood.”
Imji lets his imagination run wild for a bit, his sheath swelling when he thinks about what he can do to Kentz… “So… I can actually do anything I want to him… right?”
“Hah! It finally came to you? Yes, you can kill him anyway you like. I suppose I should say you own him. What, thought of something?”
His knot swells, hidden behind a red cloth. Anything brighter may be stained by blood and dirt.
“Yes… I think I’ll...”
Kenjar stops him… “Surprise me with it!” his jackal giving a nod.
The lot travel down the unimproved roads, the wind kicking up their dust and sending it over the hills. Rising up another hill, the midskin man points to a small town between two fingers like the one they stand upon. “That is Antwood overthere, we are going up above it onto the side of the big hill, near the edge of the forest… you can haul before we get to the farms… lest my social status deteriorate. Hah!”
Imji gazes out over the tree tops… “Ah, I see it!… and I can pull it now if you want me to.”
“As you wish… Its largely downhill from here, until we get to the other side of town. On a side note, the hill we are on points directly at Hattila. You can also follow the side of this hill through the forest, and around the top of the big hill there, never go directly over lest someone else be up there. Home is directly on the other side.
“This is good to know…” taking up the bars and rolling onward without much effort… several people in town commenting on Imji.
C7 – Home
Kenjar pulls his cart up the rocky hillside, the path clearly marked with pillars of stacked stone… as the town vanishes around the corner behind them, his home enters in the front, just passed an old stone windmill…
“Here?!” Imji looks at the place, feeling like royalty compared to his previous living conditions even though the home would fall into the realm of middle class. “It looks so nice… everything is clean!”
“Yes, if there is one thing that I can be a bit obsessive about, its keeping a clean yard…” Kenjar pulls the cart around to the back side of the fence… “Alright lets secure your friend before unloading.” He takes the tarp off and rolls it up before dragging Kentz out of the wagon… “Anything specific?”
Imji can’t help but smile… “Against the fence, lets sit him up against the fence and tie his arms to it so he can watch… and I’ll need something sharp.”
Kenjar goes through the motions, recycling the dogs bindings and securing him several times to his fence… “This should be interesting… alright lets tend to the oddities until he wakes up”
If its edible and cold it goes in the root-cellar, the rest to the storehouse over there. Your clothing, brushes, and other items, left side of the house, there is a privacy board as well, if you wish to use it. Eventually, once the larger storehouse is finished over there, you can use the old one as your personal space… but that probably won’t be until the end of the year.”
The animal sees to his masters wishes, finding the root-cellar fascinating due to its cool climate. He runs his hand across the wool blanket on his bed, the construction largely unremarkable, but its off the floor. A tear sprouts in his eye...
“Hey Imji!” his owner steps in through the door… finding himself being squeezed by his furball.
Imjis ears and tail fold down… “All of this and I never thanked you...”
Kenjar scratches through his slaves fur… “I’m not the type to need thanking, or apologies, and such things. Oh and your buddy out there woke up, he doesn’t sound too happy either.”
Imji laughs and lets go of his master…
“There’s also this...” Kenjar presents an older knife while Kentz screaming can he heard outside.. “One I picked up in my warring days, its sturdy and sharp, otherwise kind of plain…” He pats the dog’s arm. “Enjoy.”
Imji examines the small knife and clips it back into its leather sheath. The blade being about a palms width. He grins… taking off his red garment and placing it on his bed... “Well, lets go see Kentz...” stepping out the door.. “I’ll be there in a moment...”
C8 -
Imji exits through the wattle gate and looms over Kentz, who was frantically gnawing at his lashings. “IMJI!? Let me up! Please Imji I’m sorry, I...” His eyes track over to Kenjar, whom changed into a less noble garment, old and worn out with an earthen cream color.
“No no no no!!! You are the master from the…
“Yes… the one you were pelting with rocks and shouting obscenities at… seems people like you have a habit of it.”
“Master!! I’m sor...”
“Don’t beg me! If there is anyone you should plead with is Imji here!” Kenjai settles down in the grass, propped up on his knees.
His eyes shift over to the jackal… “Imji? Imji I shouldn’t have… let me up please Imji I’m sorry… there...”
Imji sighs… “You aren’t sorry, you are sorry you got bought by the master who you were trying to fight with! All the times I cried for you to stop and all you did was keep kicking the shit out of me… it was a fucking joke to you. I wonder if this is just another damn act to get something!?”
Kentz eyes widen when Imji pulls the knife from its bindings. “IMJI!!!? IMJI PLEASE!!!”
The jackals sheath swells… pink flesh protruding from it for every to see as he kneels down by Kentz.
“Tsh!! Save it! If you want to put on a show, then you will get a show a show!” Imji presses the point of the blade into the dogs navel, watching his panting rise and fall against it. “In a minute or so, this knife is going to open your belly and I’m going to pull all the sacs of flesh out of you while you scream and howl for me to stop, and I’m not going to.”
Imji teases the knifes tip through Kentz fur, his pleading eyes and tears explode to illegible screaming when the knife thrusts into his flank. The beast’s legs squirming and cringing in the grass, pissing himself from the agonizing pain. The knife slicing through his flesh, his mind following the blade’s edge under his stomach, down to the other side of his body.
The jackals eyes light up with bliss and pleasure when Kentz entrails slide out of the widening wound, spilling into his lap. He slides his member out of his sheath and slices the thrashing dog open further, ripping the knife up to his ribs and stabbing the poor beast several times.
“Lets see these...” Imji fishes his hands around inside Kentz’ body, gently pulling this intestines out further. Imji flops back against the fence, looking at his master, whom is clearly enjoying the spectacle as much as he is. “Hows that that look?”
“YOU FUCK”… Kentz gasps for air between his scream of gnashing pain.
“Messy, and fun… please continue!”
Imji sets the knife in the grass and pushes both hands into Kentz, digging his claws into the dogs liver. Blood smears though their fur while Imji jerks, and leans back pulling, sloping and wet sucking ripple in the air, the rubber piece of flesh ripping free in his hands. While his penis pulses lewdly from excitemet and sending spurts across Kentz leg.
Kenjar snickers at the whole ordeal…
Imji, unphased, drops the organ in the pile of viscera and reenters his kill with the knife, watching the animals eyes roll back into his skull. He works his hand behind Kentz stomach and cuts it free from his body, letting it roll out and slide down between his legs…
The jackal watches the slaves breathing become laborious, his body falling limp and unconscious while his entrails still twist and churn over his sheath…
“Too bad, I was going to carve his chest open next...” wiping blood across Kentz’ face. Imji settling instead to cutting Kentz heart out through his belly… blood pouring out over the pile of glistening flesh.
“Well, what do we do with him now?” Nodding to Kenjar…
The midskin laughs, “we skin him, then drag whats left into the forest or bury it. His pelt has quite a few holes so I doubt it will bring more than a silver or two… I suppose you can use it as an additional blanket.”
Imji’s skin crawls… “Probably better if he keeps someone else warm…” not wanting to keep anything from his kill… much less this asshole.”
Kenjar gets up laughing… “Well, drag him over here to the rack and we’ll get started on him...”
Imji looking at the dead Kentz… Wondering if he would enjoy doing this again to someone… in a real fight. . .
“Tsh...”
END. ","writing":"","writing_bbcode_parsed":"","pools_count":0,"title":"Chapter one: An introduction to Kel-Savon","deleted":"f","public":"t","mimetype":"image/jpeg","pagecount":"1","rating_id":"2","rating_name":"Adult","ratings":[{"content_tag_id":"4","name":"Sexual Themes","description":"Erotic imagery, sexual activity or arousal","rating_id":"2"},{"content_tag_id":"5","name":"Strong Violence","description":"Strong violence, blood, serious injury or death","rating_id":"2"}],"submission_type_id":"1","type_name":"Picture/Pinup","guest_block":"f","friends_only":"f","comments_count":"0","views":"313","sales_description":null,"forsale":"f","digitalsales":"f","printsales":"f","digital_price":""}