<div class="floatright">(http://i827.photobucket.com/albums/zz197/giantmutantcrab/Rhinotaur_zps2u7musbi.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong>R'Van (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1714677)<br/><strong>Time of day:</strong>Mid morning<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Wall of the castle barracks<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>EVERYONE<br/><strong>Notes:</strong>Passive Perception: 15 (or +5)<br/><hr/><br/>The two gladiators had been ushered quietly back to their cells. To their prisons. For their were prisoners… No. They were far lower in the eyes of this disgusting kingdom of man. They were considered tools, cattle to be bought and sold. He followed for Neyly had asked it of him. He had remained stoic, yet his facial traits and his eyes had remained hard throughout.<br/><br/>He had been free once. He would be free again, even if he had to trample all those that thought they held him in cage to obtain that freedom. He moved into his pen and… Felt a pressure behind him. Curious, he turned to see the blue-eyed gladiator mare with him. The cage door locked heavily and the guards were all snickering amongst themselves, like children. A wolf-man approached. He was known mostly as the Slave-Taker, a hunter specialized in tracking, capturing and returning escaped slaves and gladiators. He had been present for he had wanted Neyly. He shut the guards with a bestial howl, and left.<br/><br/>Now it was just the two of them, together, in his cell. Observing the mediocrity of the place he was in, he could only offer Neyly the large mass of pelts he laid upon at night.<strong>”Please, sit with me.”</strong>And he would sit upon the ground. He was a creature of nature. Brambles, hard ground, roots and branches were his bedding most days. This was a luxury. The guards had taken away his wooden bed for they had guessed, correctly, that it would simply be unable to take the sheer mass of his body weight.<br/><br/>R’Van sat upon the ground, back to one of the stone walls. He was close to Neyly, observing her for a moment. She was… Difficult to comprehend for him. There was a simplicity and ease to her life that unnerved him. When one approached to mate with her, she mated. The barbarian did not remember her having ever said no, or refuse anyone.<br/><br/><strong>”The Slave-Taker would have mated with you.”</strong>He observed, looking back at the door where the Wolf-man had stood moments before, before returning to look at his gladiator compatriot.<strong>”They all wish to mate with you. The other gladiators, the Slave-Taker, the guards, even those soft-bellied, silk-covered weaklings who call themselves nobles. They all desire you, Neyly.”</strong>These were observations, not accusations. They had rarely been given the chance to simply spend time together. Their days were grueling, endless hours of training followed by flashy combat upon the arena’s sandy floor. The nights were often cut short by bothersome guards or bestial mating between two individuals… Often a gladiator and a guard.<br/><br/>Often Neyly and a guard.<br/><br/><strong>”What of you?”</strong>He turned back to observe her, taking a slow breath.<strong>”Whom is it that *you* desire, Neyly?”</strong>R’Van offered her his pitcher of water for a drink, attempting to be as gracious a host as a gladiator-slave could be.