Snippet #2652881

The man ever so slightly leans forward, staring at the elf in a playful wickedness with a wide-eyed, yet expressionless, look before not-so-quietly whispering through the bars, "Thing...Chow..."
There was no discussion about it. Kail simply did not care what Vadania thought of him. His and his words suggested he saw little more than a worthless animal but his eyes told of neither; that there simply was nothing before him. Everything in his stance suggested a lion's tamer in a traveling circus though he was speaking to a woman in a cell...a lion's cage...

The other fighters were quiet. Not just because they were allowed to chat among themselves, but they wanted to hear what was happening.

Here we go again...

Danairia knew what was going to happen next. It often takes time to break down potential fighters because their ever-so-pleasant owner only picks who he hears of or sees potential in for fighting. That usually results in what he describes as a 'belligerent little thing' and a lot of resistance but they always eventually break.
They always...eventually break...

The only one who never seemed to actively pay attention to the first chow was Tumhathil, a hulking fighter of the race known as the 'Felindin', a people who hold an appearance of a man with a head like a lion.
Everyone else paid attention, one way or another, but the Felidin's cell never seemed to emit any noise to hint of him getting a better position to hear. The barred square opening in his own door never graced anyone with a look upon his stone face, curiously gazing out toward the door to the chamber in which the couple solitary cells were located.

Danairia can still remember when she first heard about Tumhathil...

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He just sits there...Everyone at least does something in their cells but him...He seems to not even care until he is told to prepare for a fight.

Danairia silently ponders to herself from the floor of her cell while looking underneath the opening in her door and at the cell of that Felidin.

And such a monster in the ring too. So commanding...so decisive...

Her hands clench to fist. How could someone seem to care so little about the situation he's in?

Do something-dammit.

The elf could no longer suppress her curiosity. She calls out in a rather weighted whisper, "Aye!...Psst!...Aye, Felidin!..."

One of the other fighters seems to not have been able to get to sleep because a noise, not from the lion's den but from another across from Danairia's. The man turns over on his 'linens'-Kail's word for the pile of hay making up the fighters' designated sleeping area-and quite obnoxiously vocalizes his complaint. "I swear to all made by The Creator, will you SHUT UP?!"

Danairia's expression changes to one of frustration. "-Hey!" she demands, "Cross y'legs and bite a cock like the whiny little bitch y'are-yeah??"

"Aye!...House cat!" she tries again but only finds herself interrupted by a closer voice. This one just beyond the wall next to her. "Leave the man be. If he doesn't wanna talk, he doesn't wanna talk." The statement only pushes Danairia further though. However, before she can call out again, the voice grabs her attention with something else.

"Look, it isn't because you're new that he doesn't talk to you. He does that for everyone so don't take it badly...here, I'll tell you what you probably want to know...
The one you know as 'house cat' is Tumhathil. He grew up a slave and has never been anything but passive since he got here...which has been a long time..."

Danairia's mind clears, choosing to focus most on listening to the story as she adjusts to rest her chin atop her hands.

"According to someone I knew that was here before him, Kail couldn't even break him. I mean...he didn't have to..he seemed to have already given up but not out of fear or anxiety or anything. He just...worked. He quickly became a valuable fighter and remained completely obedient. The only thing is he doesn't talk much and never has. He'll talk to you sometime, one way or another, you just gotta let 'im comerround. You'll see..."

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Eventually, long after he was killed in the ring, her neighbor was right. Tumhathil spoke to her-if only a little...but she finally did meet the man who seemed to be hiding a bit of kindness to him, even if it seemed only slight by simply sticking his arm out to prevent Danairia from running into Kail-a grave sin for one to commit.
"You'll get yourself killed like that," he had warned in a soft voice, yet it felt as if it had a kind of strength sleeping within...

But that did not matter now...now the group had a new addition...and she was about to get a brand new flavor of chow that she has probably not yet ever tasted.