06-22-2017, 05:13 AM
((Yeah, I'd say so, though I'd say there aren't that many, and only a handful untouched by the war.))
In his mind's eye, Rigiel tried to imagine how his clan would be faring, zoning out entirely. He had no doubt they'd be doing good enough for now, rebuilding the village, but his younger sister hadn't been prepared to succeed as the clan head, like he had. Would she fare well? Good thing their uncle was there to help... A small smile crept onto his lips, his turquoise eyes lost on memories of his childhood, of the few free moments he'd had to romp about the snow with his siblings. If it wasn't for the assistant's inadvertent tug on his leash, Rigiel probably wouldn't have noticed the approach of the sphynx.
"Worry not, prized customer, we trust your judgement." the slippery assistant claimed, giving Nari a theatrical bow before rushing away with the pouch. Not just to eagerly count the coins, but also to escape the calm, detached aura of the merchandise they had been surveying, finding Rigiel's apparent cool somewhat unnerving. Sad, angry, distraught, anything was better than the sheer amount of indifference the snow leopard had shown.
Figuring it'd be of appropriate etiquette not to stare directly into his newfound master's eyes, Rigiel lowered his gaze to the floor, his fluffy tail remaining still behind him. Should he reply? Probably a good idea... "Hello... master." Even if his mind was made up regarding his new status, the word still had a bit of a hard time rolling out of Rigiel's tongue. It tasted bitter. Terribly bitter. He offered no resistance when his chin was raised, though still keeping his eyes away from the sphynx's face, strolling across the broad bare chest until they found the beautiful bird on the shoulder, settling on watching the hawk. He'd never seen one so close, and the few hunters from his town that did use birds of prey chose owls more often than not, a fitting choice to survive the colder months.
The compliment made Rigiel blush underneath his fur, reminding him he was absolutely naked. In one hand, it was for the better, otherwise the heat would be unbearable. In the other, it further hammered the point of his degrading condition. Even worse, a part of him felt compelled to comment on the surge of interest from his master that drove him to spend such an absurd amount, but before the words crossed his lips the pull on the chain reminded him it was best not to. At the mention of clothes, Rigiel gave Nari a small head bow of appreciation, though the bit about 'home' felt like a deep cut. It was a home, but it wasn't his...
His gaze lowered to the floor when Nari asked his name, expecting some form of physical response. "My name is Rigiel." Many saw the breach of the Deliah vows as worse than the highest treason. How could those who were pledged to serve the gods go back on their word? The fallen oracle had heard plenty such comments, and was likely to hear plenty more still. "I was from the Deliah clan."
In his mind's eye, Rigiel tried to imagine how his clan would be faring, zoning out entirely. He had no doubt they'd be doing good enough for now, rebuilding the village, but his younger sister hadn't been prepared to succeed as the clan head, like he had. Would she fare well? Good thing their uncle was there to help... A small smile crept onto his lips, his turquoise eyes lost on memories of his childhood, of the few free moments he'd had to romp about the snow with his siblings. If it wasn't for the assistant's inadvertent tug on his leash, Rigiel probably wouldn't have noticed the approach of the sphynx.
"Worry not, prized customer, we trust your judgement." the slippery assistant claimed, giving Nari a theatrical bow before rushing away with the pouch. Not just to eagerly count the coins, but also to escape the calm, detached aura of the merchandise they had been surveying, finding Rigiel's apparent cool somewhat unnerving. Sad, angry, distraught, anything was better than the sheer amount of indifference the snow leopard had shown.
Figuring it'd be of appropriate etiquette not to stare directly into his newfound master's eyes, Rigiel lowered his gaze to the floor, his fluffy tail remaining still behind him. Should he reply? Probably a good idea... "Hello... master." Even if his mind was made up regarding his new status, the word still had a bit of a hard time rolling out of Rigiel's tongue. It tasted bitter. Terribly bitter. He offered no resistance when his chin was raised, though still keeping his eyes away from the sphynx's face, strolling across the broad bare chest until they found the beautiful bird on the shoulder, settling on watching the hawk. He'd never seen one so close, and the few hunters from his town that did use birds of prey chose owls more often than not, a fitting choice to survive the colder months.
The compliment made Rigiel blush underneath his fur, reminding him he was absolutely naked. In one hand, it was for the better, otherwise the heat would be unbearable. In the other, it further hammered the point of his degrading condition. Even worse, a part of him felt compelled to comment on the surge of interest from his master that drove him to spend such an absurd amount, but before the words crossed his lips the pull on the chain reminded him it was best not to. At the mention of clothes, Rigiel gave Nari a small head bow of appreciation, though the bit about 'home' felt like a deep cut. It was a home, but it wasn't his...
His gaze lowered to the floor when Nari asked his name, expecting some form of physical response. "My name is Rigiel." Many saw the breach of the Deliah vows as worse than the highest treason. How could those who were pledged to serve the gods go back on their word? The fallen oracle had heard plenty such comments, and was likely to hear plenty more still. "I was from the Deliah clan."