<div style="text-align: center;"><a class="postlink" href="http://i42.photobucket.com/albums/e327/steusloffa/Junk/a3e78b33-5cae-43cf-bca0-7bdc0488116b_zpskyozpugo.jpg">[ img ]</a></div><br/><br/><div style="text-align: center;"><a class="postlink" href="http://i42.photobucket.com/albums/e327/steusloffa/Junk/cooltext117506316786206_zpsnqy2zyuh.png">[ img ]</a></div><br/><br/>Paislee didn't seem all that phased by his threat, and that made the young male a tad bit uncomfortable. Her words hadn't made much sense to him, but he assumed that at some point in time, she had suffered a great injury. That or she had been beaten with arms before, which would have been as likely as it seemed. "You are a very strange human, human..." Said Orca in his unique voice, his azure eyes flickering around cautiously. The young male was still in a pretty defensive state, often offering a hiss at anyone who wandered to close to him, though he never struck out.<br/><br/>With that, they continued to walk, eventually making it to Paislee's home just as the darkness of night had taken over. Her home was in a rather large building, far to large for just a single person to be living in. Orca assumed that more than one human would be here. If he had to take a guess, the building was large enough for a medium sized family to live comfortably in. The only reason he knew no one else was around, however, was because he knew of the area well enough from fighting in the pits. Word travels fast among slaves, who use the prepping rooms as a way to socialize before their possible death. The area was a pretty popular topic for a while, people often talk about the raids that had happened. Orca has heard that many people died in the raids, and those who survived, took it upon themselves to never return to the wasted area.<br/><br/>That being said, Paislee's home wasn't all that bad. Sure, it was in a pretty rough condition, but it looked heaps better than the piles of rubble that surrounded it. It was the sound of clanking metal bolts that brought Orca's curious glances back in the direction that Paislee was. The young male had expect the woman to turn and tell him the rules of her home, and she did in a sense, it just wasn't what he was expecting. Paislee gave a small swallow as she tried to push down her anxiety. She didn't turn to Orca, though she spoke softly to him, "Please don't touch any of my husband's things." With that, she pushed the door open, blasting the two of them with a welcoming fragrance of stew.<br/><br/>The fragrance almost knocked Orca off his feat, it had been such a long time since he was even permitted to smell something as tasty as this. The thought alone was enough to make his mouth water, his finned ears twitching in anticipation of what he assumed would never come. As the two walked in, Paislee took off her boots, wiggling her toes and moving along towards the kitchen. "Feel free to sit where ever you like," she called out to him as she rummaged around. Orca, however, was much more curious about his surroundings than he had anticipated he would be. With Paislee searching the kitchen for something, it seemed like as good of a time as any to explore his immediate surroundings.<br/><br/>The first thing that caught his attention, were the many pictures of Paislee and an unknown man that riddled the worn walls. Stepping up to one, Orca took a few moments to analyze the man. He assumed it was the patriarch of the house, and that Paislee was his mate. The young man found it strange though, that with a fairly good looking mate, that the patriarch hadn't greeted her and questioned him. It didn't take long for Orca to move on from the picture though, stretching his arm out to run a hand over the rough walls. They told a story to the young male, one that few people would be able to pick up on. Sure, the scars of the past scoured the rough interior, but more than that were in these walls.<br/><br/>Orca closed his eyes, walking along the wall as he drug his hand over it. Each mark or blemish on the wall had piece of a story to tell. bits and pieces of a chronicle that had been left behind. The struggle played out in his head as if Orca had actually been here when the attack happened, though bits and pieces were missing. "Ah ha!" Paislee exclaimed, bringing the young male out if his little trance. It seemed she had found whatever it was she was looking for. "May I tend to your wounds?" she asked politely, holding up the med kit. "I promise we can eat after..." She stated as his stomach growled.<br/><br/>With a slight limp, Orca left the safety and stability that the wall had offered him, making his way over to Paislee. A large hand reached out and gently took the first aid kit from her hands, then held it at his side. "Tending to my wounds now would only lead to my decay and death. My people tend to catch disease and illness easier than you humans do..." Orca informed, lifting his other hand into the air so that Paislee could see it better.<br/><br/>It was obvious how bad of shape Orca's body was in, now that he was letting the woman get a closer look at his injuries. His body was riddled with cuts and bruises, and those were covered in a layer of dirt, sand and dried blood. The worst of it was centered around where his shackles had been. The skin had long since been rubbed raw, leaving bits of mangled flesh and scar tissue. Despite all that, it didn't look like any infection had set in just yet, but time was of the essence.<br/><br/>Paislee led the young male to her wash room so that he could clean out the wounds. Orca was a bit surprised when the woman turned the handle of the sink and running water came out. It wasn't real water, but it would do the job all the same. The young creature cringed only for a split second as water made contact with his open wounds. The painful sensation would have been enough to make even a soldier cry out in anguish, but Orca seemed to only harden up as the pain he endured escalated. Soon, his only expression was a furrowed brow as he rinsed off what he could in the sink, the rest would have to be done in a slightly larger water stream.<br/><br/>The young woman seemed to understand the situation, and while she wanted to help, it was likely difficult to see such an amount of water going to waste. Orca was plenty aware of how precious water was, even with the introduction of it's synthetic counterpart. Without the proper recycling components, the purchasing of synthetic water could become very pricey, very quickly. Dehydration was a common way to go these days, even when the residents of New Bastiel had more than enough water for everyone. That was the state of things these days though, the residents of New Bastiel oppressing the residents of Old Bastiel.<br/><br/>As Orca removed what little bit of clothing he had on, Paislee turned on the shower so that he could continue to wash his body. As he stepped in, she turned the sink off and began to set out the supplies that would be needed to patch up his body. Her stock was surprisingly large, forcing Orca to assume that she had encountered situations like this before. "So what should I call you, human? I can't assume that you enjoy being called 'Human' all the time." Orca asked as he washed.