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Ooc — Tokio
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May 11, 2014, 06:06 PM
(This post was last modified: May 12, 2014, 03:38 PM by Cutthroat.)
Ok, sounds good to me! :D
It was in the lazy confines of his wandering thoughts and the comforting sway of the constantly moving water beneath his paw, the cool feel of the water sliding effortlessly over the inky fur of his paw it was easy, too easy, to forget where Cutthroat was.
Why he was. Gradually, as the Captive let his thoughts get swept away upon the tug and pull of the sea of his mind the tension in his shoulders, defensive and sharp as it had been had began to fade until he was relaxed. Too comfortable for his position. He had not even realized that he had been followed, that one of the new Beta’s (and not the one he wouldn’t have minded being followed by, truth be told) and professional counterpart to Bazi had been tailing him ever since Cutthroat had departed from the meeting. There had been added terms of his sentence, an addition of
labor. Essentially, it had been an added ball and chain to, no doubt, remind him of why he was there in the first place.
It was only at the sound of approaching footfalls, too heavy to belong to Fox or Bazi - Jace or Ferdie maybe? - that Cutthroat was drawn from relaxation and his guard slammed back up, barring up his defenses as he drew his paw back to the earth and rose up, shifting his position into one of submission, though tension sang through his taunt sinew beneath his coat as he turned, golden gaze falling upon who he now knew to be Njal.
For a moment he considered asking Njal if he had been following him but bit it back last minute. What did it matter if the other man had been or not? It wasn’t unexpected that Fox have eyes on him at all times, even if those eyes could not be hers. He was not trusted, he was not to be trusted. Not that Cutthroat could blame them for their weariness. He deserved it and that was what kept him submissive and his witty tongue under check; because he owed it to them for sparing his life even if it was only for what the pirate thought to be a short amount of time.
“Sir,” It would have been more natural to use the pirate term for his position (but Tokio forgot what it was, heh) however he refrained though his accent gave him away even if there was any way to mistake him for someone other than their captive. But everyone (at least almost everyone) knew who and what he was now.
