Eziah

Another Story Echoes

• Now, Where Were We?

  
  

  The ring of the telescope started to make his face ache. He had already propped his elbows on the side of his raft, to save his strength. Who do you have to pay for a cargo ferry to be on time? The weather had been clear and the voyage was allegedly brief. A swelling wave rocked him, seaspray hitting his soft pelt. His tail shivered, coiling round his leg. As if a trigger, there she came, casting a shadow behind her as the seaside lantern hailed their docking. The timing wasn't perfect, but the night was young. Several yards off of the dock, an anchor was silently slipped into the water. A pale body divested its clothing, and soon followed.

  
  'Hopefully the powder was worth the coin.' He managed to think, between strokes and silent breaths. If it didn't hold, getting inside would only begin his woes.
  
  

  On the dock, a single file line had been formed, marching in the middle of a dual guard. The latest slaves, shackled together by their wrists. Their feet had been left free to make haste, as they neared the threshold to the grounds. It was a short tunnel, darkened by the candlelight, causing a few slaves to misstep. There was a small commotion, which was soon cleared. The guard never noticed there were now two mice, one black, one white.

  
  

  A second threshold was passed, another bridge over the pit.
  The black mouse was too slow, falling before he could flit.
  His cries were taken as another pit slave, easy to omit.
  The new mouse came through, shackles on, into the den.
  A lone mouse- for the other was long gone by then.

  
  
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• For Your Consideration

  
  
  

  The Following Information is OOC!

  Thank you for taking the time to browse this character! I'm an avid roleplayer, just beginning to break ground in Furc; Specifically TGT. I go by a basic list of rules, that should only secure and enhance our time together. Please be 18+ OOC. Most of my RP is mature, with mature themes. Generally, everything goes, with common sense. The only thing I rarely tolerate are god-modders, or anyone confusing the IC with OOC. Otherwise, I am an open book, looking for all flavors of RP! If you have any questions inbetween the lines, all you need to do is whisper me. I respond to all, as best I can.

  
  Seeking!
  This little mouse is a newfound slave, who seems strangely comfortable, while goading and engaging all who happen by. He seems apt for ownership, rental and interaction of all flavors. He is especially in tune to any who seek swift hands, translation, performance or consort. There is little the mouse could not manage to give a price. A tried and true troubador.
  
  Eziah will be especially inclined to organizations or institutions with ears and sway within The Golden Tether.
  
  He wears the heart of the trickster, which is sure to make enemies out of the prideful and beguiled.