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- Aug 17, 2025
The attendant that was currently leading the newly obtained slave along was tense, displeased. One could tell from the way that his form moved along before said slave. The fact that he was being kept alive was bad enough but it went further then that, he hadn't even been punished! No whippings, no removing of his offending hands, not even a threat from the one that was in charge, nothing! Someone like him, filth from the streets that had broken into the domain of their exalted leader to steal was still walking normally. He should be dead! It was like some sort of joke that he didn't understand the punchline of.
The man turned to look over his shoulder. He was covered in ornate robes that spoke of his station and that hid his form from head to toe. The sound of his sandals against the stone of the floor was the only indication that he was wearing them as even his feet were currently hidden from view. He wore a headdress that covered his hair, a cloth mask to cover most of his features, with only his eyes revealed to the slave that was following along after him.
Those eyes... they were like dark chips of cold, hard obsidian. They glared toward the slave before he told him in no uncertain terms, "Don't think that the mercy granted to you by the Exalted One will save you forever. Everyone knows exactly what you are and something like you... you will slip up again." Once he did that he would see to it that he was finally punished in the manner that he should have been to begin with. Once a thief, always a thief he thought to himself, disgusted.
Giving a sniffing sound he turned away once more, "You will be cleaned up, branded with the slave tattoo that you deserve, and will be put to work somewhere out of the way." He meant to find him some menial task or another to do, something that would keep him out of the way and as far from the all knowing, all seeing Pharaoh as was possible. There was something about this particular slave that was dangerous, the attendant knew it full well.
In the past others had been beheaded for lesser crimes but this one? The Pharaoh had gazed upon him from on high and had declared that it would be a "waste" to destroy something "so pretty". Thus instead of punishment he was merely taken as a slave, one that would serve within the Pharaoh's manner. There were far better, far prettier slaves that the Pharaoh could take in. Those of better breeding, those that could be trusted not to drag in filth. Who was he to tell the Pharaoh no though? Well, he had strongly advised against it but that was about all he could do. If he pushed any further then it would be him that got in trouble and not the stray that he was currently leading along.
They reached a small courtyard first, a place that was used by the various slaves that worked within on the grounds. There was a small pool of water at the center and he lifted arm, motioning toward it, "I'm well aware that a stray beast like you might not have done so before but you're being offered a chance now. Get yourself cleaned up. Our great ruler has no use for dirty strays."
The man turned to look over his shoulder. He was covered in ornate robes that spoke of his station and that hid his form from head to toe. The sound of his sandals against the stone of the floor was the only indication that he was wearing them as even his feet were currently hidden from view. He wore a headdress that covered his hair, a cloth mask to cover most of his features, with only his eyes revealed to the slave that was following along after him.
Those eyes... they were like dark chips of cold, hard obsidian. They glared toward the slave before he told him in no uncertain terms, "Don't think that the mercy granted to you by the Exalted One will save you forever. Everyone knows exactly what you are and something like you... you will slip up again." Once he did that he would see to it that he was finally punished in the manner that he should have been to begin with. Once a thief, always a thief he thought to himself, disgusted.
Giving a sniffing sound he turned away once more, "You will be cleaned up, branded with the slave tattoo that you deserve, and will be put to work somewhere out of the way." He meant to find him some menial task or another to do, something that would keep him out of the way and as far from the all knowing, all seeing Pharaoh as was possible. There was something about this particular slave that was dangerous, the attendant knew it full well.
In the past others had been beheaded for lesser crimes but this one? The Pharaoh had gazed upon him from on high and had declared that it would be a "waste" to destroy something "so pretty". Thus instead of punishment he was merely taken as a slave, one that would serve within the Pharaoh's manner. There were far better, far prettier slaves that the Pharaoh could take in. Those of better breeding, those that could be trusted not to drag in filth. Who was he to tell the Pharaoh no though? Well, he had strongly advised against it but that was about all he could do. If he pushed any further then it would be him that got in trouble and not the stray that he was currently leading along.
They reached a small courtyard first, a place that was used by the various slaves that worked within on the grounds. There was a small pool of water at the center and he lifted arm, motioning toward it, "I'm well aware that a stray beast like you might not have done so before but you're being offered a chance now. Get yourself cleaned up. Our great ruler has no use for dirty strays."