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Trials of Themis

@Pyromania99 You misplaced the color tag at the end of your post XD

Trials of Themis

@Pyromania99 Now mage is being talked to by knight paladin! The groups are in balance again!

Will try and respond later tonight, but Pyro should go first. Tamia probably is WTFing right now.

Trials of Themis

Good posts all around:

Next up:

Kitsune flirst with neko!
Mage flirts with everyone!
Neko is terrified!
Will the young knight continue to just stare~?

EDIT: Honestly, Pyro or Ogo should go next now.

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Katherine continued her clever remarks, but Tamia didn't pay them any attention. An apple was placed into her hands by a strange doll, and for a moment the slave stared at it in place of the floorboards but didn't take a bite. A cool wind blew past the group, the thinly clothed cat shivering slightly in response.

The slave had messed up. Mistress was angry. There were stories about what occurred when anger filled the heart of a member of her master's household. Those rumors were terrifying. A disobedient slave would be where that anger was going to be directed.

As if to confirm her fears, the red fruit was soon stolen straight from her hands by her owner, and the sound of ravenous biting tearing through the fruit with astonishing speed as if a starving lion had come across it's prey went through her ears.

"And just what do you think YOU were doing, laughing at ME?" A calm voice spoke, issuing a surprisingly soft lecture given the infraction.

The slave's green eyes looked up for a second at the face of her mistress. A look of disapproval was coming from her eyebrows, and it took a second for Tamia to realize that those words weren't calm and without anger. Rather, they were lifeless words like the hail of a blizzard.

Suddenly the slave's collar was grabbed and the air left her lungs, breathing difficult as the mark of her servitude choked her fragile neck, only allowing the shallowest of breaths to pass through. Only a few inches away from the visage of her infuriated visage, the kitten's terror spread from her eyes to the rest of her face.

The cat's arms remained limp. A lifetime of servitude had taught her not to resist, and the horror that was the anger of her mistress would have made even the most free spirit freeze in fright.

"And just what do you think YOU were doing, laughing at ME?"

The collar was released, Tamia naturally taking a few desperate breaths in response to refill her emptied lungs.

"Or maybe you'd like me to feed you to whatever wants to eat us first in that forest, hmm? Use you as a living distraction?" Tamia felt pain flood her skull as it was sent forward with a punishing slap to the back of her head, and that in combination with the harsh realization that her mistress was more than willing to dispose of her for a convenience sent a few drops of water falling from her eyes.

The slave waited obediently for the next hit, but a lecture followed instead.

The slave known as Tamia was Eirwen Soyala's property.
The slave known as Tamia was only to attend her owner.
The slave known as Tamia was not to allow the touch of another, and inform her mistress if they did.

A few more tears fell from her eyes as she noticed Eirwen offering her property an apple, to which Tamia grabbed cautiously with both hands.. One did not reject the gifts of their owners ...

... but her mistress' emotionless gaze gave no indication of her feelings. Tamia took a nervous bite from the fruit, pulling her exposed legs to her chest and wrapping her tail around them as if to lock them in place. The cat was curled into a small ball, nibbling away at a fruit she was too scared to reject but had no appetite to eat.

"Yes Mistress. This slave is grateful for owner's discipline, and only wishes to become properly obedient. Miss Eirwen's property apologizes for ignorance and seeks to know if owner has any other rules or if there is a way for to make up that failure to mistress."

From another, these words could sound sarcastic or not genuine. From the lips of Tamia though, they sounded utterly genuine even though they were inspired by fear. Beatings were bad, and death was worse.

Although the kitten tried to hold them back, tears continued to fall from the cat's two green orbs as Tamia's face fell against her upright legs, the half eaten apple held by two hands in her lap. The kitten was shivering slightly although it was not cold outside.

The Crowning Mechanism

@Rune_Alchemist Well there's this thing called google. Either way, just dodge XD I provided an ample description of it for all of our purposes XD

The Crowning Mechanism

@Fetzen I was thinking deadly elephant/ultralisk like thing! So you aren't far off!

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What ... What does that mean? XD

Trials of Themis

@Rune_Alchemist so here comes the 'rules' conversation? XD

Trials of Themis

@Rune_Alchemist@Pyromania99 Well, Kathrine made her laugh for a second. I know it's not a lot, but I really can't do anything until Eirwen responds.

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"Sit." Tamia looked up from the wagon's floor, seeing that mistress was pointing to an empty spot to her right. After blinking a few times in surprise at the generous offer, the servant obediently hopped into it, lowering herself into a comfortable position with her tail lazily hanging off the side of her cart, her legs relieving themselves of the constant pressure of the march.

She heard a few hooves speed up to their cart, something about the anger of beasts, but something FAR more interesting occurred.

"Well, I would suggest you not "do something everyone here would regret" as it would ruin whatever help you might receive later. Besides, you should be proud about "owning" such a cute little pet."

Tamia's ears perked up slightly at the compliment, but otherwise the cat didn't think anything about it. The cat was the property of Eirwen, but it wasn't her place to comment.

The Knights in the back had arrived to the left of the cart, the senior one and the blacksmith enjoying a pleasant conversation ...

"Oh, and when you say "do something everyone here will regret. . ." well, just by looking you over, the only thing I could think of that would fit the bill would be if you were to strip here. In front of everyone."

Megstamia smiled at the ridiculous comment and looked to her left to see how her mistress would respond, holding anything in resembling laughter by pressing both hands against her mouth. Her owner had started to turn the color of an apple, which forced Tamia to hold back her laughter more fiercely.

"I-i would never do something so i-indecent! I-if anything you s-stripping would blind everyone from how hideous you are!"

The noblewoman shouted out two awkward sentences, clearly uncomfortable with the whole situation. It was the sort of immature reply that only a self-confident young noble girl could manage, and it was quite the sight to see the icy cold woman suddenly turn the color of fire.

The kitten couldn't resist it any longer. The seventeen year old's lips forced a second of laughter out before she panicked enough for it to stop. Feline green eyes going wide with terror as she looked upwards at her mistress and then down towards the floorboards of the cart, ears instantly flattening on her head as she waited for her owner to respond ...