A Place Called Home (Heruthain) {Early May 3010}
Mar 14, 2018 22:52:04 GMT -5
Post by Gram on Mar 14, 2018 22:52:04 GMT -5
Gram nodded his head slowly.
The man really started to make Gram relax. He seemed kind and something about being in his presence made him feel safe. He noticed the look on his face as he contemplated what the boys did, leaning over, he pulled back part of his furs. “I know some would call me a murderer. And I have murdered people. So I suppose in a way I am,” he revealed a brand on the back of his neck. “Property of Haroun” branded into his neck like cattle. “But they owned us all, mind, body, and soul. Sometimes they’d even lock us in cages and starve us for days before. Throw a little scrap of meat into it and let us fight over it.”
He looked down on the ground. “You either became what they wanted you to... Or you were useless to them,” he explained solemnly. “I used to do all manner of things for my master. And if I didn’t he would...” he looked down, his voice hoarse. “Well it was said he was the one of the cruelest the slave owners among his people.”
Taking a deep breath, he looked ready to argue the idea of him getting in trouble. But again, something was pushing him along to this man. Every time he thought of turning, or running his mind told him not to. His feet refused to walk away as if he knew for once this man was genuine. He could see the pitty in his eyes - though his mind continued
No slaves in Rohan. Thank goodness.That wrote out the idea that he was taking him home to shackle him up and put him to work again. “It was a terrible place. I’d been there since I was born, and as far back as I remember I was nothing to them but cattle. Another of my master’s playthings,” he explained. “It’s why I have never complained of being on the streets. At least on the streets I am free... Back there I was an animal.”
Snappy? Gram looked at the man - now he knew as Heruthain, with wonder. Had he just nicknamed him? He’d never had one of those and it made his heart leap a little. He really liked this guy, already feeling a little attached - perhaps if only because he was the first to show him kindness. And stew sounded good...
They walked along for a while. But it was not long before Gram noticed them approaching closer to one of the homes. From the distance, he could get a whiff of.. Food. Goodness, it smelled heavenly to the boy as they came closer. “Food from homes always smells so wonderful...” He spoke quietly.
The man really started to make Gram relax. He seemed kind and something about being in his presence made him feel safe. He noticed the look on his face as he contemplated what the boys did, leaning over, he pulled back part of his furs. “I know some would call me a murderer. And I have murdered people. So I suppose in a way I am,” he revealed a brand on the back of his neck. “Property of Haroun” branded into his neck like cattle. “But they owned us all, mind, body, and soul. Sometimes they’d even lock us in cages and starve us for days before. Throw a little scrap of meat into it and let us fight over it.”
He looked down on the ground. “You either became what they wanted you to... Or you were useless to them,” he explained solemnly. “I used to do all manner of things for my master. And if I didn’t he would...” he looked down, his voice hoarse. “Well it was said he was the one of the cruelest the slave owners among his people.”
Taking a deep breath, he looked ready to argue the idea of him getting in trouble. But again, something was pushing him along to this man. Every time he thought of turning, or running his mind told him not to. His feet refused to walk away as if he knew for once this man was genuine. He could see the pitty in his eyes - though his mind continued
No slaves in Rohan. Thank goodness.That wrote out the idea that he was taking him home to shackle him up and put him to work again. “It was a terrible place. I’d been there since I was born, and as far back as I remember I was nothing to them but cattle. Another of my master’s playthings,” he explained. “It’s why I have never complained of being on the streets. At least on the streets I am free... Back there I was an animal.”
Snappy? Gram looked at the man - now he knew as Heruthain, with wonder. Had he just nicknamed him? He’d never had one of those and it made his heart leap a little. He really liked this guy, already feeling a little attached - perhaps if only because he was the first to show him kindness. And stew sounded good...
They walked along for a while. But it was not long before Gram noticed them approaching closer to one of the homes. From the distance, he could get a whiff of.. Food. Goodness, it smelled heavenly to the boy as they came closer. “Food from homes always smells so wonderful...” He spoke quietly.