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Pretty Boy didn’t like this. The people bristling around him were preparing for combat. Sure, some of the ogres chuckled at the troll, and Pretty hoped he had some reason for hurting himself...but that wasn’t any reason to get weapons ready. The ogres’ responses, that it was simply fun to take...

Pretty was dozing quietly when he felt the insistent push. He tilted his chin a bit to help her out, and rolled his jaw. Well at least she hadn’t kicked him in the throat like the last few people he’d carried. Humans really didn’t like tight spaces. He yawned and looked at her, snuggled down in...

Of course, no one could read. He missed the dark haired man who had read his words aloud. Well, he had to deal with what he could. He shook his head a bit when the ogres mentioned it was fun. Fun? They found that sort of thing fun? Maybe he had been wrong about them. He was about to try and see...

Pretty Boy trotted near the ogres confidently. He felt a bit validated, knowing that they’d not been attacked on sight. The ogres at least were willing to speak with them on some level. That meant they could get somewhere with them. Pretty waggled his tail appealingly, the little bob thumping...

The Devourer heavily considered Brynneld’s words, and sighed. He didn’t want to be some sort of dray beast. That answered the question of what the donkeys were for. He spat out the shivering, terrified animal, and nudged it to rise. After a few seconds of breathing in horrified shock, the donkey...

Pretty managed to grasp a pin in his teeth, and pull upward. Searing pain struck his rear leg as the blade hitched, then tore through. His leg collapsed under him and he staggered, forced to suddenly transition all his weight onto the good leg. Pretty howled in pain, turning to get his injured...

Pretty Boy watched as she held her hands over his back. She spoke in a language he didn’t quite understand, and her eyes flashed green. He felt a little bit of warmth on his back...then the pain melted away. She slumped back, then over into the grass. He looked at the wounds. They were slowly...

Pretty could see he was angry. Angry and wet, and now had a weapon. Well, if Pretty had been asked instead of chained up he might have given the man some of his blood. As it was, he’d chosen to do things in a way that upset him, and now the room smelled like urine and testosterone. The Devourer...

Pretty had finished the bottle off and it hadn’t quite helped. He lifted his head a bit when he noticed someone approaching him. A woman with her head covered, who crouched and reached out to him. She gestured to his back, and he leaned his head back to look at it. It really didn’t look good did...

Pretty Boy nodded. Three days wasn’t long to a Devourer. They were nomadic by nature, and he trotted easily at the front of the group. To his mind there was much to be talked about with this elven mage. Perhaps there was a reason she was aggressive toward humans. Pretty didn’t think much of...

Pretty sat back. He had to think about this. He growled at Blazh, showing him his teeth. He may not be able to get through the doors but he could make this man’s life hell for capturing him. He carefully leaned his weight back against the far wall and used one of the chains from around his neck...

Pretty ignored him. The chain gave with a loud snap. The Devourer shook his head, and began to work on the chains about his front paws. These he could manipulate a bit better with his neck free. He worked as quickly as he could while the man across from him talked. Yes, getting out was a risk...

Pretty filled his lungs and roared in Blazh’s face. He was not listening! Even if what he had done was fairly pedestrian, and it hadn’t hurt too badly, it was not done with consent. Blazh had kidnapped him, chained him up, and taken blood without asking, and he had the balls to wonder why Pretty...

Pretty looked at the troll as he clapped. Well, at least he’d made one friend? He wagged his tail and took the coins in his lips, tucking them neatly into his throat pouch. At least he had the most thief-proof coin purse around! He listened to the human who seemed to be the leader of this group...

Pretty yelped when the needle slid into his skin, and bucked against his restraints. He had to get out of here, and do it fast. He hissed at Blazh, watching the man. He was looking at his blood. Why would he need his blood? He didn’t like this, and he hadn’t even loosened his restraints so...