Thread: Prince of Slaves - The_Fifth Master & Rawr Kitten

Savant the Slave Trader felt it again. Although briefly it was that feeling of being watched. A cold finger swept down his spine and he shivered in response as he looked around him for some clue that held the answer to his question. Who? He saw the Monk and on the second glance realized there was a youthful hairless jaw on the cowled figure approaching. It was then he noticed that gangly limber stroll as though no particular bone in the body was connected or working in any way with any of the others, and at any moment threatening to tumble into a pile of robed chaos. Fascinating to watch. So fascinating that Savant took his eyes off the Prince and focused on the pouch in the hands of the cowled figure. The figure was heading directly for the cart and more directly toward Savant. Payment, Savant though, and smiled as he dropped off the cart to meet the cowled figure known only as, The Apprentice. AAYYYYIIIEEE!! Nasty Toman shrieked in agony. Get him off!! GET 'EM OFF ME JOLLIES!!! Savant stepped closer to The Apprentice ignoring the small disruption in the cart behind him, Your Apprenticeship Sir, a fine day. The cowled figure stopped abruptly but kept his hand back from Savant. His head immediately went to the fracas in the back of the cart. His eyes widened as he watched. Now can I hit 'em in thu nuggets? Gnash the Diseased asked rather impatiently. NOOOO!! Howled Toman hysterically. Stick yur fingers in between 'es jaws an take thu pressure off, Toman!! Pinch urged, I'll fetch a stick to wedge!! Pinch hopped off the cart while Toman danced carefully on his toes and Gnash held his fist strategically just above the upside down hanging man's waist. The soprano to baritone voice in the cowl asked with some concern, Is that slave biting your man's fingers and family Jewe... They're a bit of a distraction. Don't mind them 'appens all the time. They're use to it. Professionals and all. Savant said in a hurry to return to the pouch. So, May I be so bold as to ask if that pouch if for me? But the cowled figure was open mouth staring at the cart. His hands clutched the pouch against his chest in a knuckle white grip. His brows nit in sympathy from time to time. I mean, it ain't no big loss is it! Why the tiny prick Toman uses can't hardly write a mark inna snow eh! Gnash complained. Wouldn't be missed cept peein I suppose. AHHH!! E's eatin mi fingers!! E's tearin me heart out!! Toman howled in utter agony. Let me pop 'es oysters once!! Gnash the diseased asked moving impatiently from foot to foot waiting for Pinch to return. Pinch leaped on the cart with two possibly suitable limbs for wedging between teeth. He aimed between the fingers that look as though they were hanging by a tendon and Toman's cod piece. Hold still Toman I'll just give it a shove quick like! Pinch barked and grabbed an ear of the Prince to steady the slice. NOOOO!!! Nasty Toman shrieked breathlessly. Shouldn't you help? The Apprentice asked. Savant read The Apprentice eyes and knew there was only one thing to do if he was going to get that pouch anytime soon. He snapped his head and barked. Gnash, give 'em ah light rap. Light, mind you!! Savant said but Pinch was also in motion. Gnash snapped his knuckled fist the size of a large caste iron skilled down upon the Princes' personals while Pinch jabbed a stick into what was still connected to Toman's cock and fingers. Toman scream broke four fine blown glasses and killed a goat with the high pitch of it. He instantly became an opera soprano before falling backward with his hands over his mangled cock and two good fingers and a thumb. He landed with a thumb and his eyes closed. Savant stepped in front of The Apprentice's field of view of the cart and said hopefully, Beggin your pardon your Apprenticeshipness, you were gonna hand me the pouch? It dropped from The Apprentice hands and into Savants. He's bleedin! I'll have 'em clean it up afore we leave your Apprenticshipness, Savant said with a low bow. Will he be alright? The Apprentice finally said out of horrified curiosity. Right as rain in ah day. Slaves what get rapped inna nuggets get use to it, Savant said feeling the weigh in the pouch and guess how much was there. You must be busy with your doings Your Apprenticshipness, Savant said and tucked the pouch into his own belt. So we won't keep you! With a nod, the Apprentice walked with his legs almost crossed oddly back toward the Tower of Calling. He was clearly unnerved. No one had ever screamed high enough to kill a goat before. Well there was a mention of it just once in the Book of Truth. The section on Omens and Signs of the Revelation. The coming of the Prince of Slaves.