"Speak no more of prayer, because gods above, I will slice the tongue from your mouth and chop off your hands. Barbaric, tit's the only thing that will silence you. Your prayer has not aided neither you nor my crew," Cygnus stated, in a cold tone. "The only time where enough of your blood would be spilled is if all of it spilled."<br/><br/>Cygnus finally released his grip on Altair's hair. He strode over to where the strip of linen he had used to choke Altair laid, abandoned to the floor when the ship had heaved. Moving back to Altair, he wrapped the linen around the slave's throat gently, covering up the unsightly gash. As he mended the wound as best as he could, Cygnus pressed down against Altair's windpipe. Not hard enough to leave marks, but to let Altair know who was in charge.<br/><br/>"I have sold slaves with and without brands before. You are not the first slave I have dealt with. I could care little about the damage you have sustained, nor the value of your brand. Your brand means nothing. Not to the people who I will sell you to. There is little in the way of Dusanian speakers or foreigners where Weiss is. Who would want to live in a frozen wasteland, where the only greenery is around cities and farms? No one. Not your reptilian blooded Dusanian folk," Cygnus mocked. He tucked the end of the strip into a fold, finishing his work. The tips of his fingers danced down to Altair's back, covered in the same linen, which was tinted with red. "Even if your back is ruined, it matters naught. You will cover it in clothing, and unless you're nude no one will see."<br/><br/>While anger was still prevalent in his actions, Cygnus was noticeably subdued. He had certainly simmered down from the initial violence he had used to deal with Altair.<i>Even I must fear gods, and gods are looming over you, </i>he thought.<i> They watch over you, waiting for someone to wrong you so that they may claim lives. I will not practice any more barbarism on you, no. They are all empty threats, not unless I desire the wrath of gods. You beg for me to tell me what I want of you, and I want you to leave my ship. But <br/>
tossing you in the sea will be the beginning of my end. I will not kill you, the gods have made it so. But I will make sure that you will have the cruelest master of the land.</i><br/><br/>Cygnus hooked his arms underneath Altair's arms, pulling him to his feet. "Ask no more questions or I truly will slice off that brand of yours. Stand. I'm taking you above decks, where you will sleep elsewhere. This is not the place for you. I don't need you teaching the other slaves defiance," Cygnus announced.<i>No, I don't need you striking my men with fear. They are sleepy and must rest, after such a powerful storm. But you impede them from coming below decks. </i>"Perhaps I will let you suck my cock, since you've asked for it."<br/><br/>With a tap of his toe to Altair's calf, he urged the slave forward and out of the cage, locking it once more. "Go up, because that is where I want you.