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- Jan 20, 2012
The sun was just about set, washing the fields with pastel light that stained all it touched orange-brown as Dwayne trudgingly hauled his way along the final stretch of un-tilled soil, dragging the heavy iron plow behind him like some base beast of burden. Which he may well have been, for all that this foreign and hostile land thought of him.
Dwayne was half-giant, two heads taller than even the best-built males of pure human lineage, the same mixed blood that made him so well suited for brute labor marking him as impure, inhuman and therefor good for nothing else in the eyes of his purebred "masters". Day in and day out he worked without cease, till lean muscle decked his towering, surprisingly gaunt frame and sweat clung to every pore of his tanned skin. An uneven mane of sand colored hair drawn back into a ponytail hung down to his bare and well-defined chest, but nery a single hair graced chin or lip, for despite his prodigious size Dwayne was still quite young, his twenty-second birthday only a few days past and the prime of his virility still well underway.
His foot finally striking solid earth instead of muddied soil, he let himself pause a moment to muster his strength, unhooking the plow's harness from around his broad shoulders before taking hold of the chains and pulling the heavy metal contraption out of the muck onto solid ground with one final, concerted effort. There.
Done. At long last, done.
The plot of farming ground stretched nearly fifty acres in all directions, a fair stretch by any measure but made far worse by the lack of assistance. Dwayne alone had been sadled with the unpleasant task of weeding, plowing, tending to this field and it's products for the last year, backbreaking work to do alone even for someone as strong as he. Only now that the crops had been harvested and the ground broken for the next planting would he see any rest, a brief period of lighter work while the seeds were laid before he was once more set to harsher tasks. Assuming of course the "masters" didn't think of anything for him to do in the interim. There was always that unpleasant possibility.
Letting out a deep and tired yawn, Dwayne collapsed onto the ground, wiping the sweat from the brow as he glanced over at the falling sun upon the horizon. He could likely head to his quarters now without fear of some busybody catching him along the way and setting new work for him, perhaps even catch some semblance of much needed rest, but Dwayne knew that if he hung around a little longer there was the chance that she might bring him his supper... And that was certainly worth risking a little sleep over.
She was the sole redeeming feature of this place, a bright star in otherwise clouded skies that rarely failed to leave him without a smile upon his face. It was silly of him he knew, but Dwayne sometimes wondered if she liked him back, despite the fact that he'd never spoken more than a few words of thanks to her and didn't even know her name. If nothing else, the impossible fantasy of holding her in his arms was better than the grim reality of this place.
Dwayne was half-giant, two heads taller than even the best-built males of pure human lineage, the same mixed blood that made him so well suited for brute labor marking him as impure, inhuman and therefor good for nothing else in the eyes of his purebred "masters". Day in and day out he worked without cease, till lean muscle decked his towering, surprisingly gaunt frame and sweat clung to every pore of his tanned skin. An uneven mane of sand colored hair drawn back into a ponytail hung down to his bare and well-defined chest, but nery a single hair graced chin or lip, for despite his prodigious size Dwayne was still quite young, his twenty-second birthday only a few days past and the prime of his virility still well underway.
His foot finally striking solid earth instead of muddied soil, he let himself pause a moment to muster his strength, unhooking the plow's harness from around his broad shoulders before taking hold of the chains and pulling the heavy metal contraption out of the muck onto solid ground with one final, concerted effort. There.
Done. At long last, done.
The plot of farming ground stretched nearly fifty acres in all directions, a fair stretch by any measure but made far worse by the lack of assistance. Dwayne alone had been sadled with the unpleasant task of weeding, plowing, tending to this field and it's products for the last year, backbreaking work to do alone even for someone as strong as he. Only now that the crops had been harvested and the ground broken for the next planting would he see any rest, a brief period of lighter work while the seeds were laid before he was once more set to harsher tasks. Assuming of course the "masters" didn't think of anything for him to do in the interim. There was always that unpleasant possibility.
Letting out a deep and tired yawn, Dwayne collapsed onto the ground, wiping the sweat from the brow as he glanced over at the falling sun upon the horizon. He could likely head to his quarters now without fear of some busybody catching him along the way and setting new work for him, perhaps even catch some semblance of much needed rest, but Dwayne knew that if he hung around a little longer there was the chance that she might bring him his supper... And that was certainly worth risking a little sleep over.
She was the sole redeeming feature of this place, a bright star in otherwise clouded skies that rarely failed to leave him without a smile upon his face. It was silly of him he knew, but Dwayne sometimes wondered if she liked him back, despite the fact that he'd never spoken more than a few words of thanks to her and didn't even know her name. If nothing else, the impossible fantasy of holding her in his arms was better than the grim reality of this place.
