Chapter #7Next by: Yote   With a rasp of brakes against the dripping walls of the shaft, the cage comes to a halt level with an opening in the rock. Sweetstone pulls open the elevator door and hops out, ushering the class after her. The ring of picks grows louder as they descend the tunnel which opens into a cavern lined with rows of animalistic humanoids dressed in dirty scraps of fabric. It's quite a menagerie. Sweat pours down their fur as they swing their picks to a frenetic pace. The smaller, nimbler beasts chisel at gemstone lodged in the broken lumps of rock. A wizard task-mistress in armour of black iron observes distantly, making sure quotas are met and nothing is stolen by the covetous slaves. Whip in hand, he gives the group a cheery wave.
Sweetstone's voice rises above the clamor. "Now I know some of you have voiced wanting to get a familiar, and I understand that the sooner you seal the pact with your animal, the sooner we can move on to trying out spells. However I would remind you that this is a decision not to be made on a whim. The soul bond you forge with your familiar may very well last the rest of your life, will in many ways decide the path your future takes. Do not enter it light- oh why do I even bother," she rolls her eyes as the female portion of her class gravitates towards the muscular canid males. A particularly robust specimen, seven feet tall with features like a wolf and fur stained pitch black with coal dust, pauses with his huge pick held half aloft as a gaggle of human girls gather around, pawing at his musclebound body. He gives a panicked whine at the sudden attention, shrinking back against the rockface. The students make soft cooing noises, redoubling their petting. Most of the male students go for the smaller slaves, the cat-like Felinis or Skaven girls, pulling them away from their work.
You wander away from the group, disgusted as scuffles break out over the prettier slaves. There are plenty of side-tunnels. You pick one at random.
The beasts give mixed responses to your approach. Some bear their teeth, others make every effort to ignore you, focusing on the rockface as if by not looking at you, you won't be able to see them. A number of the canid women seem to be actively presenting themselves, hind quarters raised, tongues panting. While you have to admit that the muscular giantesses would make exceptional minions/guard dogs, they are quite intimidating. Unlike the other animals they show little fear of your status, their wolf whistles following you as you round a bend in the tunnel.   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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